[Intro] [harmonica wails, slow and dirty] [low vocal register, spoken] Welcome to my little slice of the world Sunburnt shoulders Salt on the steering wheel If you’re ridin’ You’re ridin’ with me [Verse 1] Saw her thumb out Cutoff shorts and a backpack Said “Where you headed?” She just leaned in, laughed back Boots on my dash Sand still stuck to her calves Said “I like strong arms And a full tank, that’s facts” She had a sun-faded cap With a motel logo Tan line halo Smelled like cocoa and smoke though “Name’s whatever you want For the next eighty miles” Then she bit her lip slow Hit me with that coastal smile [Chorus] Gulf Coast hitchhiker, ridin’ my lane Sweet little sinner with a storm in her veins She don’t love men She just loves the ride Windows down, heat on high Let that hot wind slide Yeah, she climbs on in Takes what she likes Then she’s gone by sunrise [Verse 2] She said “Cowboy You ever seen trouble in flip-flops?” Feet on the window Singin’ along to the truck talk Took my ball cap Pulled it low on her eyes Said “I trade soft kisses For freeway lines” Pulled in a diner Chrome sign, fried shrimp smell She worked the room Like she rang some bell Old boys grinnin’ Tryna buy her fries She just winked at me Wiped sauce off her thighs Back in the seat She slid closer, slow burn Hand on my leg Said “Take the next sharp turn Park by the pier Let the waves do the talkin’ Leave that key right here If you wake up, I’m already walkin’” [Chorus] [Bridge] [crescendo, drums and guitars swell] She likes calloused hands But she won’t hold on She’s a long black ribbon On an endless road, gone I ain’t mad at it I just play my role Gas, grit, leather seats And a hungry soul [Chorus]

rap, Swampy Gulf Coast country-rap hybrid with male vocals; mournful harmonica intro over brushed snare and upright bass, then a head-nod groove drops with twangy Telecaster riffs and subby low-end. Verses speak-rapped in a deep storyteller tone, half-talk half-growl; hook opens up melodic with stacked gang vocals and a singalong feel. Occasional slide guitar swells and rimshots keep it dusty and dangerous, ending on a lone harmonica fade., deep, world, country

Gulf Coast Hitchhiker