Seattle King (Arc Light in the Rain)

Rain on steel…

wind through the cranes…

another morning earned the hard way.

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Rain slides slow down a hard hat brim

Gray sky hums like a worn-out hymn

Arc light flares in the harbor mist

Another long shift I can’t resist

Steel hull groans in the morning tide

Cold wind cuts but I hold my stride

Seattle rain on a southern bone

Still carry the heat of a Gulf Coast home

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I’m a Seattle king in a borrowed crown

Rain beats iron but it won’t back down

From Gulf Coast sun to this northern sky

Same hard road, same stubborn pride

I plant my boots where the cold winds sing

Miles from home… still a working king

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Coffee steam in a calloused grip

Diesel breath from a container ship

Neon flickers through the morning haze

Clock hands grind through the gray-washed days

Miles behind and miles ahead

Sacrifice stitched in the path I tread

The road took plenty, left its scars

But it never broke this heart of ours

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I’m a Seattle king in a borrowed crown

Rain beats iron but it won’t back down

From Gulf Coast sun to this northern sky

Same hard road, same stubborn pride

I plant my boots where the cold winds sing

Miles from home… still a working king

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(harmonica echo)

Some men chase the road…

some become it.

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I’m a Seattle king in a borrowed crown

Through rust and rain I stand my ground

From southern heat to the northern sting

I earned every mile — I’m a working king

Rain keeps falling, the arc light sings

And I won’t break for anything

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Fire’s still burning.