TITLE: Before the Saints Wake Up (Deep Bass Edition) INTRO (Harmonica + spoken) (Harmonica: gritty train-bend riff) (Spoken, low) Yeah… Gulf Coast Cowboy. Up before the saints wake up. Shipyard already callin’… Straw Boss runnin’ it. Let’s work. VERSE 1 Alarm go off, it’s dark outside, coffee hit, I’m wide-awake, Up before the sunrise even thinks about breakin’. Boys on the roll, hard hats on, clock don’t lie, Crew show up early—yeah we live by “get it done” pride. Steel deck slick, rain in the air, salt in the wind, Everybody got a job, better lock in and get in. Spanish in the background, laughter in the smoke, That rhythm on the boots like a drum on the road. Straw Boss yell, “Line it up!”—yeah the ship don’t wait, Grab my hood, flip it down, let me show you clean and straight. I don’t talk big—prove it when that puddle start shinin’, Stack a dime one at a time—over the top—make it diamond. Long-roll bass in the chest—let it sit, let it breathe, 28 low hangin’ heavy—slow wave under my feet. (Harmonica lick) HOOK We up before the saints wake up, puttin’ food on the plate, Shipyard lights on, grind mode, ain’t no late. Make it work, make it right, make it tight, don’t whine— I stack a dime, one at a time, watch the weld line shine. Long-roll bass let it ride—don’t rush, don’t freeze, Port-peasin’ type—when it drop, everybody breathe. Gulf Coast Cowboy—every day I tighten it up, make it mine. (Harmonica riff) VERSE 2 Ain’t nobody gotta guess when the Cowboy on the seam, I’m the yes-sir answer, I’m the fix-it team. QC wanna peek? Tell ‘em come on, take a look, X-ray clean talkin’—I don’t need a second book. Some folks move slow, act like time’s free, But a ship got a schedule and that schedule got me. So I step up, calm voice, but I’m firm with the crew— Do it safe, do it right, do it once—then we through. Hood down, arc bright, puddle steady, hands locked in, Feather that edge, cap it smooth, let it blend. When it cool, you can see your face in my line— Over the top, make it shine—every day, tighten it fine. Slow wave shake—windshield flex, seat lean, Not that quick punch—I want it long and mean. (Harmonica lick) BRIDGE Ain’t about ego… it’s about respect, About feedin’ the family, cashin’ that check. About showin’ up early when the world still sleeps, And leavin’ a mark in the steel that you can keep. (Harmonica: slow bend + turnaround) FINAL HOOK We up before the saints wake up, puttin’ food on the plate, Shipyard lights on, grind mode, ain’t no late. Make it work, make it right, make it tight, don’t whine— I stack a dime, one at a time, watch the weld line shine. Long-roll bass let it sit, let it ride—don’t rush, Port-peasin’ type—when it drop, everybody hush. Straw Boss runnin’ it, I’m the one make the deadline fine, Gulf Coast Cowboy—make it work for me—every time. (Harmonica outro: train-bend riff, fade out) ⸻ There you go! Let me know if you need anything else.

Before the Saints woke up