[Intro – spoken, low]
Yeah…
Hands smell like iron,
Night smells like rain and diesel.
Let’s go.
[Verse 1]
Rainbow heat in a welded seam,
Stacked so clean it look like a dream.
Gloves burnt thin, knuckles scarred,
Learned real quick life don’t hand out cards.
Flange bolted tight, pipe don’t lie,
If you rush that bead, it’ll haunt you by night.
I talk to steel like it’s flesh and bone,
‘Cause it remembers every lie you’ve told.
[Hook]
I stack my prayers in dimes and smoke,
Burn rods down till the sunrise broke.
Money rolled tight in a calloused hand,
Earned every inch, yeah I’m built like that man.
From Gulf Coast heat to the cold northwest,
I weld my name in the things that last.
[Verse 2]
Inside that hull where the echoes live,
Arc light flash, that’s how I give.
No applause when the job get done,
Just a nod from the crew and we move on, son.
Ship bones groan when the tide roll in,
I seal her up like a vow, not a sin.
You don’t see me when she cuts the sea,
But my work still there when the world asleep.
[Hook]
I stack my prayers in dimes and smoke,
Burn rods down till the sunrise broke.
Money rolled tight in a calloused hand,
Earned every inch, yeah I’m built like that man.
From Gulf Coast heat to the cold northwest,
I weld my name in the things that last.
[Bridge – half sung / half spoken]
Space Needle glowin’ through the rain,
Different skyline, same old pain.
I ain’t lost, I just roam,
Every port feel a little like home.
[Verse 3]
Hardhat tilted, face like stone,
I don’t talk much, let the work be shown.
They see the cash, don’t see the cost,
The nights, the burns, the time I lost.
But I’d do it again, every scar, every mile,
‘Cause pride weigh more than a fake-ass smile.
If I leave tomorrow, one thing stands,
Steel don’t forget the touch of a man.
[Final Hook – bigger, slower]
I stack my prayers in dimes and smoke,
Burn rods down till the sunrise broke.
Money rolled tight in a calloused hand,
Earned every inch, yeah I’m built like that man.
From Gulf Coast heat to the cold northwest,
I weld my name in the things that last.
[Outro – spoken]
Some folks chase fame.
Some chase gold.
Me?
I leave proof.
GulfCoastCowboy
