Blue Collar Proud

TITLE:

FAMILY LOT AFTER WORK

MUSIC STYLE (120):

Outlaw Gulf Coast country-rap, 95 BPM swing, harmonica lead, dobro, steel swells, stomp drums, heavy low end

LYRICS (3000):

(Yeah) Gulf Coast Cowboy… after work.

Boots on the porch, bills on the table—still smilin’.

Clock hits done, I’m dust and grit,

Face full of wind, but I still won’t quit,

Truck door slam like a kick drum hit,

Neighbors hear that and they know that’s it.

Hardhat off, let the day fall back,

Hands so rough make a barstool crack,

Sunset gold on the weld burn scars,

I earned my peace under these porch light stars.

I don’t need much, just my people close,

Little bit of music, little bit of smoke,

Let that harmonica cry like a ghost-train roll,

And the low end thump like a workboot stomp.

This the family lot after work,

Where the love runs deep and the talk runs dirt,

Where the laughter’s loud and the worries don’t stay,

We shake ‘em loose and we send ‘em away.

Yeah the bass hit heavy and the steel guitar hurt,

This the family lot after work.

Sunshine smiles when I hit that gate,

Blue eyes bright like “you made it home safe,”

She don’t want diamonds—she want me straight,

She want truth, not a secondhand fake.

Kittens run wild like a tiny stampede,

Kitty Capon and Valentines, yeah they lead,

Paws on my boots, tails in the air,

Whole little circus and I don’t even care.

I don’t need much, just my people close,

Cold drink clink, and the speakers blow,

Let that dobro bite, let the snare sound wide,

Let the room feel alive when the night rolls by.

This the family lot after work,

Where the love runs deep and the talk runs dirt,

Where the laughter’s loud and the worries don’t stay,

We shake ‘em loose and we send ‘em away.

Yeah the bass hit heavy and the steel guitar hurt,

This the family lot after work.

I been miles away in my head all day,

Chasing checks, chasing time, chasing better ways,

But right here—this the place I breathe,

A little front porch church, a little outlaw peace.

Harmonica wail, let it tell my truth,

I’m a blue-collar king with a heart stayin’ rooted,

No spotlight needed, just the ones I serve,

And a beat that hits like I earned what I’m worth.

This the family lot after work,

Where the love runs deep and the talk runs dirt,

Where the laughter’s loud and the worries don’t stay,

We shake ‘em loose and we send ‘em away.

Yeah the bass hit heavy and the steel guitar hurt,

This the family lot after work.

(Yeah) Gulf Coast Cowboy… after work.