Ride On Roy

[Intro]
Salt on my boots
Sand in my seat
That Gulf Coast cowboy
Got the sticky, got the sweet (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Got a Bronco full of coolers
And some bait in the back
Flip-flops on the dash
Sunburnt, talkin trash
From Destin out to Pensacola
Everybody know the boy
If you ask who got the loud
They gon point at Roy (ride on)
[Chorus]
Ride on, Roy, roll that road
From the white sand water to the mountain snow
From Destin docks to Seattle rain
He blaze that trail like an outbound train
Ride on, Roy, let the good times roll
Got a jar of sunshine for a tired soul
If you see that hat and that crooked smile
You gon float a little higher for a while (ride on, Roy)
[Verse 2]
Twelve-string twang with the window down
Little drawl on his lips, king of this small town
Got that surf wax scent in his old blue jeans
Laugh lines deeper than the New Orleans streams
Border checks and motel lots
He just hummin to the red clay thoughts
Say, “Life too short just to punch that clock
So I hustle these dreams from dock to dock”
[Chorus]
Ride on, Roy, roll that road
From the white sand water to the mountain snow
From Destin docks to Seattle rain
He blaze that trail like an outbound train
Ride on, Roy, let the good times roll
Got a jar of sunshine for a tired soul
If you see that hat and that crooked smile
You gon float a little higher for a while (ride on, Roy)
[Bridge]
He ain’t rich, he just rich in friends
Tailgate church when the long day ends
Pass that peace like it’s all we got
Yeah, Roy stay blessed in a messed-up spot (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Ride on, Roy, roll that road
From the white sand water to the mountain snow
From Destin docks to Seattle rain
He blaze that trail like an outbound train
Ride on, Roy, let the good times roll
Got a jar of sunshine for a tired soul
If you hear that laugh and you smell that pine
You gon feel alright for a long, long time (ride on, Roy)
[Outro]
[Harmonica riff rides out over soft reggae groove]

rap, Sun-baked Southern country-rap over a laid-back tropical reggae groove; bouncy off-beat guitars, warm Hammond pads, and a smiley harmonica riff threading through hook and outro. Male vocals with a relaxed, swaggering drawl; verses spit in a conversational half-rap, chorus opens into a chanty singalong. Tight 808-style low end under an organic kick, shakers and rim clicks for beachy movement; crowd “hey”s on the last chorus to feel like a dockside party., country, tropical, reggae, happy