Built around Surviving the worst life throws at you and coming back stronger with scars as proof. Dust & Wire's red-clay authenticity carries the concept through country-rock that rewards repeat listens. "When you're talking to God but you're cursing him" — the kind of line that sticks in your head three days later. The mood runs gritty, triumphant. Genre showcases on Majik's aren't filler — they're proof that independent music can carry real emotional weight when the lyrics and production align.
[verse 1]
Been to the bottom of a bottle and a bank account
Been to the place where faith and fear amount
To the same damn thing at three AM
When you're talking to God but you're cursing him
Lost the farm in twenty-twelve to the bank
Lost my marriage shortly after, I'll be frank
Stood in an empty house with nothing but my name
And a stubborn refusal to accept the shame
[chorus]
I've been to hell and back again
Got the burns to prove it, got the scarred-up skin
But I'm standing here, still breathing in
I've been to hell and back again
The devil tried to keep me but I checked out early
Walked through the fire, came out worldly
I've been to hell and back again
And I'd do it all over if I had to, friend
[verse 2]
Slept in my truck for the better part of spring
Shower at the truck stop, man that water stings
When your pride's the only thing you're wearing thin
And you're too stubborn to ask your kin
Got a job pouring concrete in the July heat
Every blister was a receipt
For the life I was buying back piece by piece
From the rubble of my own masterpiece
[chorus]
I've been to hell and back again
Got the burns to prove it, got the scarred-up skin
But I'm standing here, still breathing in
I've been to hell and back again
The devil tried to keep me but I checked out early
Walked through the fire, came out worldly
I've been to hell and back again
And I'd do it all over if I had to, friend
[bridge]
Rock bottom's got a funny kind of gift
It shows you what's real and what's counterfeit
When everything's gone you see what remains
The backbone of a man and his growing pains
[verse 3]
Now I got a little house, nothing like before
But every board and nail means so much more
Got a woman who loves the rebuilt me
Said she likes her men like salvage, full of history
I still flinch when things go too right
Waiting for the other shoe in the middle of the night
But I've been to hell, I know the route
And I know the way back, without a doubt
[chorus]
I've been to hell and back again
Got the burns to prove it, got the scarred-up skin
But I'm standing here, still breathing in
I've been to hell and back again
The devil tried to keep me but I checked out early
Walked through the fire, came out worldly
I've been to hell and back again
And I'd do it all over if I had to, friend
