[Intro]
(Raspy spoken over harmonica and low bass hum)
Yeah, Gulf Coast outlaw, sparks flyin’ in the salt air…
Rig life, road life—let’s burn this motherfucker down.
[Verse 1]
Steel wheels grindin’ through that humid glow
Torch in my grip, chasin’ pipeline dough
Camper haulin’ tight, kids countin’ rigs
Bayou nights, mud tires, livin’ off the gigs
[Verse 2]
Harmonica screamin’ over diesel roar
Slide guitar cryin’ where the blacktop pours
Twelve-hour burns, sparks dancin’ wild
Feedin’ the beast under that Gulf sky, child
[Pre-Chorus]
Every mile’s a dollar, burnin’ rubber signs
Pockets full of rust, overtime lines
State line sneers, “Boy, stay mean”
This road’s a beast, hungry and lean
[Chorus]
Gulf Coast sparks, outlaw dreams
Weldin’ rivers, bays, and rigs extreme
Money yells loud, but the kids still cry
Livin’ off salt, sweat, and that gasoline high
[Verse 3]
Diesel sweat in the mornin’ swamp cold
Paycheck thick, but the tales get old
Pipe by pipe, layin’ seamless scars
Buildin’ bones for this American star
[Verse 4] (Faster rap flow)
Bass thumpin’ hard as the rig unwinds
Harmonica hauntin’ them power lines
Seven days straight, no sleep in sight
Just the rhythm of the weld and the fight tonight
Shrimp boots stompin’, offshore grind
Family trailin’, leavin’ roots behind
Outlaw blood, Gulf in my veins
Chasin’ that pot through the pourin’ rain
[Pre-Chorus]
Every bead’s a scar, silver and raw
Every town’s a ghost, too damn far
Camper rockin’ heavy with the load we haul
Runnin’ from the sun, answerin’ the call
[Chorus]
Gulf Coast sparks, outlaw dreams
Weldin’ rivers, bays, and rigs extreme
Money yells loud, but the kids still cry
Livin’ off salt, sweat, and that gasoline high
[Bridge] (New section – start slow/raspy, build to rapid rap)
(Slow, spoken-sung over sparse slide guitar and distant thunder samples)
Sometimes the horizon just bleeds red at dawn
Wife’s eyes tired, kids askin’ when we’re goin’ home
Hurricanes in my head, ghosts on them rigs
Lost a brother to the tide—still taste that salty sting
(Beat drops heavier—accelerate into raspy rap flow over 808s and harmonica wails)
But I flip the bird to the storm, torch up again
Outlaw heart don’t break, it just learns how to bend
We ain’t built for the porch, we’re forged in the flame
Blood, sweat, and diesel—that’s the family name
Yeah, scars tell the story that the money won’t buy
Gulf Coast cowboys ridin’ till we die
[Chorus] (Final – bigger, with ad-libs for crowd energy)
Gulf Coast sparks, outlaw dreams (outlaw dreams!)
Weldin’ rivers, bays, and rigs extreme (extreme!)
Money yells loud, but the kids still cry (still cry…)
Livin’ off salt, sweat, and that gasoline high (gasoline high!)
[Outro] (Slow fade with harmonica, engine rev, and raspy chant)
Yeah, Gulf Coast outlaw… sparks never die
Weldin’ the dream, under that salty sky
Kids screamin’ backseat, road callin’ my name
Outlaw forever—gas it up, feel the flame.
Hey!
GulfCoastCowboy
