Boots on concrete

[Intro] saxophone harmonica

Torch in hand, I ride the line,

Molten steel and neon signs.

Gulf Coast heat on my back,

Pumping beats like a pipeline track.

Cowboy boots on the concrete,

Bass so deep it shakes the street.

Town shuts down when I arrive,

Steel and smoke keep me alive.

Welder’s flame, cowboy soul,

Black gold dreams, I take control.

Fast pace life, no slow down,

Pipeline king with the southern crown.

Midnight shifts, the sparks ignite,

Oil pumps thump in the dead of night.

Quick-fire rhymes, I spit it hot,

Every verse a welding knot.

Cowboy boots on the concrete,

Bass so deep it shakes the street.

Town shuts down when I arrive,

Steel and smoke keep me alive.

Welder’s flame, cowboy soul,

Black gold dreams, I take control.

Fast pace life, no slow down,

Pipeline king with the southern crown.

[Outro] saxophone and harmonica