[Intro — harmonica, rain ambience, slow 808 rumble] (Harmonica bends like a foghorn through drizzle) Yeah… Gulf Coast Cowboy… Seattle night… Roy in the clouds. [Verse 1] Rain on the brim, neon bleedin’ down the street, Boots in the stirrups, thunder under me. Big black Roy, mane wild, hooves hit hard, City’s all glass but we built for the yard. I’m rollin’ past traffic like it’s stuck in time, Grin in my beard, joint glowin’ like a sign. Space Needle watchin’ like a lighthouse high, I’m just a Gulf boy lettin’ the cold wind ride. [Pre-Chorus] Smoke curl up, mix with the mist and the night, Harmonica cryin’ but my head feel right. Seattle in my rearview, rain on my sleeve— When Roy breathes fire, you believe what you believe. [Chorus] Under the Space Needle, I’m blowin’ that smoke, Gulf Coast Cowboy, yeah I live what I wrote. Roy breathe fire, make the whole sky glow, Rain hit the leather, hear the bass hang low. Harmonica singin’ while the city stay cold— I’m ridin’ through Seattle like a story gettin’ told. [Verse 2] They said “Slow down,” but I ain’t built that way, I weld my life together, then I ride away. Blue-collar halo, sparks in my past, Now it’s wet pavement and a bigger-than-life blast. Roy rear up, and the streetlights shake, Flames out the nose like the devil got faith. Cop lights flash, but we ain’t here to fight, Just a cowboy and a horse turnin’ rain into light. [Pre-Chorus] Smoke curl up, mix with the mist and the night, Harmonica cryin’ but my head feel right. Seattle in my rearview, rain on my sleeve— When Roy breathes fire, you believe what you believe. [Chorus] Under the Space Needle, I’m blowin’ that smoke, Gulf Coast Cowboy, yeah I live what I wrote. Roy breathe fire, make the whole sky glow, Rain hit the leather, hear the bass hang low. Harmonica singin’ while the city stay cold— I’m ridin’ through Seattle like a story gettin’ told. [Bridge — half-time, harmonica solo answers each line] From shipyard grind to skyline light, (harmonica reply) From Gulf Coast heat to Pacific night, (harmonica reply) If you ever feel lost in the gray, Roy’ll breathe fire and clear the way. (harmonica run, then a deep bass drop) [Final Chorus — bigger, stacked vocals] Under the Space Needle, I’m blowin’ that smoke, Gulf Coast Cowboy, yeah I live what I wrote. Roy breathe fire, make the whole sky glow, Rain hit the leather, hear the bass hang low. Harmonica singin’ while the city stay cold— I’m ridin’ through Seattle like a story gettin’ told. [Outro — harmonica fades with rain + distant hoofbeats] (Harmonica) Gulf Coast Cowboy… Roy… Seattle… If you want,

Space needle smoke (Roy breaths fire)