Built around A roadhouse bar at the crossroads where every patron has a story and the bartender might not be human. Dust & Wire's red-clay authenticity carries the concept through blues that rewards repeat listens. "The jukebox plays a song you've never heard" — the kind of line that sticks in your head three days later. The mood runs menacing, groovy, dark. 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]
There's a bar where two dirt roads cross
No sign out front just a wooden cross
The neon flickers but the power's been dead since seventy-three
So where's the light coming from you tell me
The bartender pours without you asking
Knows your poison knows your name
Eyes like whiskey aged a thousand years
Smile like a slow blue flame
[chorus]
Welcome to the devil's front porch
Pull up a chair and pour yourself some sin
The jukebox plays a song you've never heard
But somehow you know every single word
The devil's front porch everybody's welcome
But nobody remembers walking in
[verse 2]
There's a woman in the corner booth who's been there since the flood
Playing solitaire with cards that smell like iron and blood
The trucker at the bar sold something that he can't recall
His reflection in the mirror doesn't look like him at all
A guitar hangs on the wall with a note that says play me
Last man who did walked out famous
But his shadow stayed behind
[chorus]
Welcome to the devil's front porch
Pull up a chair and pour yourself some sin
The jukebox plays a song you've never heard
But somehow you know every single word
The devil's front porch everybody's welcome
But nobody remembers walking in
[bridge]
The parking lot is full of cars from decades gone
Fifties Chevys rusted Fords with their headlights on
The owners are inside still ordering round after round
Time doesn't pass here it just sits down
It just sits right down
[chorus]
Welcome to the devil's front porch
Pull up a chair and pour yourself some sin
The jukebox plays a song you've never heard
But somehow you know every single word
The devil's front porch everybody's welcome
But nobody remembers walking in
[outro]
Another stranger pulls into the lot
The bartender smiles says I knew you'd come
Welcome to the devil's front porch
Your tab was open before you were born
