Dark Country Boy

Raised by the Carolina swamps, sharpened by a decade of Combat in the Army as an Infantry Paratrooper and hardened by sorrow, Dark Country Boy doesn’t sing songs—he exhumes ‘em. This ain’t pop country. It’s backroads gospel. Southern Gothic soaked in moonshine, gunpowder, and regret. From whiskey lullabies to graveyard confessionals, his music is a bloodstained hymnbook for the haunted, the heartbroken, and the hellbound.