[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!

Gulf Coast Sparks