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A gritty, southern rock track with a swaggering, Black Keys-esque riff and a raw, whiskey-soaked vocal. The song tells a story of resilience and stubborn love in a dying factory town, powered by a heavy, blues-based groove and a searing slide guitar solo.

Verse 1:
Dust on the windows, rust on the sign,
Another shift ends, another day in decline.
This town's been bleeding, slow and unseen,
But our love's a fire, burning ever so keen.
Whiskey on my breath, a grit in my soul,
Still got a fight left, to make us whole.
Chorus:
Oh, this rust belt heart, it beats for you,
Through the crumbling walls and skies of grey-blue.
Yeah, this stubborn love, it won't ever break,
For your sweet smile, darling, for goodness sake.
We'll stand our ground, come hell or high water,
In this dying town, we'll love even harder.
Verse 2:
The factory whistle, a ghost in the air,
Echoes of laughter, and burdens we bear.
They say it's over, the good times are gone,
But I see your eyes, and I know we're still strong.
Got a beat-up guitar, and a song in my head,
To drown out the whispers of what they all said.
Chorus:
Oh, this rust belt heart, it beats for you,
Through the crumbling walls and skies of grey-blue.
Yeah, this stubborn love, it won't ever break,
For your sweet smile, darling, for goodness sake.
We'll stand our ground, come hell or high water,
In this dying town, we'll love even harder.
Bridge:
Slide guitar wails, a lonesome cry,
For the dreams we chased, beneath a fading sky.
But a spark still flickers, deep in the night,
We'll fan the flames, and make everything right.
This ain't no surrender, no giving in,
Just two souls fighting, where new life can begin.
Guitar Solo (approx. 1 minute)
Chorus:
Oh, this rust belt heart, it beats for you,
Through the crumbling walls and skies of grey-blue.
Yeah, this stubborn love, it won't ever break,
For your sweet smile, darling, for goodness sake.
We'll stand our ground, come hell or high water,
In this dying town, we'll love even harder.
Outro:
Yeah, love even harder, in this dying town.
Our rust belt heart, won't ever let us down.
(Whiskey-soaked vocal fades with a final guitar riff)

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