Welders last run

West Texas sun on a dusty road,

Young man's dream with a heavy load.

Pipeline welder with a steady hand,

Built his kingdom on the shifting sand.

Gulf Coast Cowboy, name in lights,

Money rolled in like the tide at night.

Every woman loved him, every welder knew,

Nobody laid beads like he could do.

Oh, the sparks would fly when he laid it down,

King of the coast with the iron crown.

But time don’t stop for no man’s fame,

Now the fire’s fading, but the legend remains.

Years wore on, the shakes set in,

Eyes couldn’t see where the weld began.

Hands once steady now betray the flame,

Whispers sayin’ he ain’t the same.

Northwest rain on a rusty truck,

Last love found him, down on his luck.

She stood by him when the lights went dim,

Held his hand as the world grew slim.

The torch burns low, the steel turns cold,

Every scar a story told.

Respect in the silence, no need to speak,

The best damn welder the Gulf’s ever seen.

Oh, the sparks would fly when he laid it down,

King of the coast with the iron crown.

But time don’t stop for no man’s fame,

Now the fire’s fading, but the legend remains.