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Red Cabin
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Rock
Red Cabin was released on August 22, 2025 by Outlaw Ode Records as a part of the album BAD GUY
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AlbumBAD GUY
Release DateAugust 22, 2025
LabelOutlaw Ode Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM61

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markus William Blomberg
Markus William Blomberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Markus William Blomberg
Markus William Blomberg
Producer

Lyrics

Got a red cabin deep in the woods
No paved roads, just boots and hoods
Got a rifle in the rack, and a dog out front
If trouble comes knockin', it's the end of that hunt
Out here I'm the mayor, the preacher, and God
What I say goes, ain't askin' for a nod
I am plowin' through life with a shotgun plan
Buildin' my world with my own two hands
No signal, no tweets, just birds at dawn
Ain't no rush when the fast life's gone
Stackin' my wood, got meat on ice
Livin' off-grid, but the soul feels nice
Logs on my back, hands split from the cold
Still I smile, this life don't get old
It's peace, it's pain, it's the price I pay
To live like a king where the wolves still pray
Poppin' that trunk with a chainsaw band
You don't know wild till you know this land
Fish in the net and the dogs in back
Step wrong here, you might not come back
Yeah, I live off-grid and I like it rough
Where the weak don't last and the strong get tough
Say what you want, but you won't out-grit me
'Cause ain't no city in me nah
My lady wearin' camo and a twelve-gauge grin
Talk slick to her, you won't talk again
Midnight slide on a snow-packed trail
Three shots deep off homemade ale
Plowin' through life with a shotgun plan
In the woods where the law don't give a damn
Self-made boss, with a country plan
Built my name with my two bare hands
Ain't no fame, just grit and grind
Turned a cabin dream to a headline sign
Moon high, wolves cry, feel that vibe
This ain't no joke, it's a country boy's tribe
No label love, no radio luck
Just a backwood truck and I don't give a fuck
What
Yeah, I live off-grid and I like it rough
Where the weak don't last and the strong get tough
Say what you want, but you won't out-grit me
'Cause ain't no city in me nah
So next time you think you know what's tough
Come live a week where the livin's rough
No fake flex, just wood and flame
I'm the backwoods boss
Remember the name
Yeah
Written by: Markus William Blomberg
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