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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cowboy hat tilted, brim full of rage,
Gas pump digits flipping, stage by stage.
Grocery bags lighter, but the price heavyweight,
Every dime squeezed tighter, this ain't no debate.
On the Gulf, where the waves crash loud,
Storm surge rising, but I ain't bowed.
They say tighten up my belt, I ain't got no loops,
Corporate suits sipping whiskey, I'm eating soup.
[Chorus]
Price tags climbing, sky so high,
Gulf Coast Cowboy, ready to defy.
They bleed us dry, we’re done being polite,
Cost of living’s a war—tonight, we fight.
[Verse 2]
Harmonica cries, it's the poor man's blues,
Sax wails sharp, cuts through the news.
Rent’s a mountain, paycheck’s a ditch,
Work two, three jobs, still can't get rich.
Politicians smiling with their teeth gold-plated,
Promised us heaven, but the checks still dated.
Got a fist full of fury, calloused from the grind,
Gonna take back what's ours, leave none behind.
[Prechorus]
No more waiting, no more lies,
We’re the tide, gonna rise.
Details
GeneratedDec 5, 2025
Duration2:25
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, rap-country with a hint of blues, harmonica and saxophone lead, male vocals, saxophone, blues, heavy bass groove, rap
Credits
Prompt by
GulfCoastCowboy
GulfCoastCowboyModelAria v5
Prompt
rap country with a hint of blues. Harmonica and saxophone heavy bass, male vocals. Angry song about the cost of living going up and up the Gulf coast Cowboy is feed up and ready to fight back
