Turning Red

Down by the Gulf, where the wild winds blow,

There's a cowboy with a fiery glow.

Nice as gold, till you cross the line,

Then watch him change, oh, watch him shine.

He’s a gentle soul with a quiet smile,

Loves his life from mile to mile.

But mess with him, and you'll soon see,

What he's got underneath that hat and tee.

He’s calm, he's cool, till the trouble starts,

Then horns grow out, and the red sparks.

Ain’t no slowing him, no breaking through,

This cowboy’s got a vendetta, he’s coming for you.

Piss him off, watch him grow horns,

Turn red as the sunrise, he's reborn.

Gulf Coast cowboy, wild and free,

Best be careful, he’s not what he seems.

From the bayou to the city lights,

He rides his storm through the nights.

A gentle giant with a fiery twist,

You don’t wanna be on his list.

So remember now, when you hear this story,

The Gulf Coast cowboy’s wrath and glory.

Stay on his good side, keep things right,

Or face the horns and the fiery fight.