Perfect — I’m going to default to 128 BPM (country-dance / line-dance friendly) and reshape it into a cleaner, faster pop-country structure: shorter verses, a real pre-chorus lift, a bouncier chorus, and a post-chorus chant. I’ll keep your best visuals (Seattle rain, Clydesdale, harmonica, blue note attitude) and make the phrasing tighter so it sits right on a faster groove.
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Gulf Coast Cowboy (Seattle Rain Remix) — 128 BPM
[Intro / Tag]
(yeah)
Work hard—play loud.
[Verse 1]
Boots in the puddles, Seattle rain
Stetson low, they know my name
Clydesdale cloppin’ by the light rail line
Bike lane traffic, I’m takin’ my time
Starbucks stare, cups hit the ground
“Who’s that?” echoes through the town
Gulf Coast sand in my denim seams
Diesel, catfish, nicotine
[Pre-Chorus]
Rain on the brim but I don’t back down
Blue note bite when I come around
One deep breath, let the reed ring proud—
When the kick hit, watch ‘em gather ‘round
[Chorus]
I’m the Gulf Coast Cowboy, do it ‘cause I can
Harmonica holler, I’m a one-man band
Big horse, big hat, make the whole place stand
Work hard, play loud, that’s the way I am
(yeah)
Work hard, play loud, that’s the way I am
[Post-Chorus / Chant]
Work hard! (work hard!)
Play loud! (play loud!)
Work hard! (work hard!)
Play loud! (play loud!)
[Verse 2]
Hit that reed and the block turns quick
Pigeons scatter on the snare drum hit
Tourists film me like a tall-tale scene
I’m just clocked in, chasin’ bigger dreams
Bills don’t pause for a weather report
So I busk in the drizzle by the courthouse court
Suit guy smirks, say “You don’t fit in”
I say “Fit in where? I came here to win”
[Pre-Chorus]
Rain on the brim but I don’t back down
Blue note bite when I come around
One deep breath, let the reed ring proud—
When the kick hit, watch ‘em gather ‘round
[Chorus]
I’m the Gulf Coast Cowboy, do it ‘cause I can
Harmonica holler, I’m a one-man band
Big horse, big hat, make the whole place stand
Work hard, play loud, that’s the way I am
(yeah)
Work hard, play loud, that’s the way I am
[Bridge — low vocal register]
Thumb in my belt, mud on my heel
Punch that clock like a steering wheel
Weld-spatter soul, storm-proof grin
I don’t blend in—I break ground, then I’m in
Hoofbeat knockin’ when the skyline yawns
I been workin’ all night just to ride back on
[Build / Half-time to full-time]
(Work hard…)
(Play loud…)
Bring it back now—
[Final Chorus — double + extra lift]
I’m the Gulf Coast Cowboy, do it ‘cause I can
Harmonica holler, I’m a one-man band
Big horse, big hat, make the whole place stand
Work hard, play loud, that’s the way I am
Seattle rain, still can’t drown this flame
Blue note bite with a hard-earned name
Work hard, play loud—say it back if you can
Work hard, play loud, that’s the way I am
[Post-Chorus / Outro Chant]
Work hard! (work hard!)
Play loud! (play loud!)
Work hard! (work hard!)
Play loud! (play loud!)
(yeah) Work hard—play loud.
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If you want the dance feel even stronger, the next tweak would be to make the chor
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