VibeFoundry - Hook 'Em All | Redneck Rock

“Hook ’Em All” ain’t about heroes or outlaws.
It’s about a guy who’s spent his whole damn life towing people’s mistakes off the curb, thinking he’s immune to payback. He’s not.

It’s a Southern rock story for anyone who's ever had to do the dirty work — and got bit by the same system they helped run.

If you’ve ever worked a job where people spit on you but still needed you...
If you’ve ever smiled while they screamed, knowing you’re just doing what they’d never have the balls to...
If you’ve ever lost your own shit and had to swallow that pride in silence...

This one’s yours.

🔧 Dirty boots, broken windshields, cash in crumpled bills.
🎸 Heavy riffs, steel chains, no apologies.
🚛 One man, one hook… and one hell of a turn of fate.

He towed ‘em all.
Then someone towed him.
Fair’s fair, right?

Play it loud. Sing it like you mean it. And maybe — just maybe — don’t park like a dumbass tonight.

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Lyrics:
Rolled out at midnight, coffee burnin' hot
Got a list o’ fools, gonna clear their spot
Snatched a Beemer from a preacher's lawn
Left a note: “You park like your brain’s long gone”

“Brother, if God wanted it safe, He’d have paved your driveway.”

Hooked up a Civic at the county mart
Guy came runnin', screamin’ like a fart
I grinned and said, “That’s how I pay the bills”
Hauled that hatchback up them hills

Ain’t no glory in a wrecker’s pay
Just cussin’, spit, and long-ass days
But last night fate took a wicked twist —
They hooked my truck, and I damn near pissed

Stepped outside with a cold-ass brew
Saw a damn ticket where my tailgate blew
Truck was gone, just rubber on the ground
Guess I parked like trash in a no-tow town

Hiked past the Quick Mart, sweatin' hard
Met an old drunk spittin’ by his yard
Said, “Boy, that hook don’t care who you are”
Then he burped and climbed back in his car

Ain’t no mercy in a wrecker’s life
Just busted bolts and parking strife
But now I’m walkin’ in my own disgrace —
They towed my own truck from my damn place

I seen fists, I seen spit
Even saw a preacher throw a holy fit
But nothin’ stung me deep and sharp…
Like seein’ my ride ripped out the yard

Paid four hundred and some loose coins
She smelled like burnt grease and busted joints
Washed her down, kissed that dented door
Parked her tight, near the feed store

Now I wave to every tow guy that I see…
‘Cause who knows? Next time it might be me.

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