Boxcar Cowboy

[Intro]
I don’t clock in—I roll in.
Where they need me… that’s where I be.
I’m the Gulf Coast Cowboy.

[Chorus]
Blue-collar motion, make the whole town move,
I go where they need me—anytime, any route.
Boxcar life, let the smoke roll out,
Diesel and steel with a payday mouth.
Say it loud—who you think you are, boy?
I’m the Gulf Coast Cowboy.

[Verse 1]
Hard hat, hood down, sparks in the dark,
Beads so clean leave a signature mark.
Plant gate callin’, “We need you now,”
I pull up quick like “Point me out.”
Toolbox heavy, road-map mind,
Sunrise weld to a midnight grind.
No stage lights, still stand proud—
Work boots rapper, Gulf Coast loud.

[Verse 2]
Get friendly with the prettiest preoladys—porch-light glow,
Two-step close, but I never move slow.
When last call fades and the jukebox through,
I tip my hat—road’s the only love I knew.

[Bridge]
If the country’s a locomotive, I’m the bolt that keeps it tight.

[Final Chorus]
Blue-collar money, make the whole crowd move,
Coast to coast, I don’t sit—I move.
Keep America runnin’, smoke roll out,
I’m the Gulf Coast Cowboy—say it loud.

[Outro]
Same hat, same hands… different town tomorrow.

Southern rap + blues. Harmonica opens like an old steam train (chuga-chuga/choo-choo), then drops into 808s with dusty b