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PHILLY STRUT (CONCRETE COWBOY) - Noah Jaslow

PHILLY STRUT (CONCRETE COWBOY) - Noah Jaslow Raised in the Philadelphia area, this sound comes from a place where grit, loyalty, and resilience are learned early. Growing up around corner stores, bridges, train tracks, and the edges where city streets blur into back roads, the influence is unmistakable—honest, unpolished, and earned the hard way. The city teaches you how to stand your ground and keep moving forward. Long winters, heavy traffic, and constant noise shape a work ethic that doesn’t slow down. That contrast—urban pressure and open-air release—shows up in the music itself. Some of the most raw vocals were shaped in tunnels near creeks, where echoes stretch, bounce, and come back louder. Places where you could shout, sing, experiment, and let the sound crack without anyone telling you to quiet down. That environment—concrete overhead, water moving below—rough, resonant, and alive. This isn’t a borrowed identity. It’s a sound raised by the region—city-forged, creek-echoed, and always moving forward. 🎧 TITLE: PHILLY STRUT (CONCRETE COWBOY) 🎤 ARTIST: Noah Jaslow 🎵 TRACK BY: Noah Jaslow ✍️ COMPOSED BY: Hyphenated Studios 📅 YEAR: 2026 © Copyright 2026 Noah Jaslow 💬 ENGAGEMENT Comment below: Where did your sound come from—city, country, or somewhere in between? ✅ Like, subscribe, and share if this hits different 🔔 Turn on notifications for more music from Noah Jaslow 📝 LYRICS — “PHILLY STRUT (CONCRETE COWBOY)” Yo, forty-four years, yeah, my odometer’s spinning Born where the skyline’s jagged and the grin’s never winning I’m from the city of brotherly love—and cold shoulders Where the heart stays warm but the streets just get bolder I got a Philly strut but a Stetson on my crown I’m the loudest engine hummin’ when I’m headed northbound Passed the L-train tracks, now I’m hitting I-95 Feel that concrete rhythm keeping my spirit alive I’m a blue-collar poet, I’m a 611 Broad Street king Mixing ’90s boom-bap with a backwoods swing ’Cause I’m a concrete cowboy in a Perki haze Got the Philly grit and those Tennessee ways Yeah, the 808’s thumping like the heart in my chest While the steel guitar wails from the East to the West I’m a little bit of asphalt, a whole lot of soul Taking this city-slicker country where the big players won’t I remember playing guitar with a beat-up neck While the crew blasted Biggie—kept the vibe in check So I learned to rhyme underground in the tunnel Then I sang like we in a choir, built fire from embers Now I’m sipping on Hennessy, looking out at the Schuylkill Got a rap sheet of dreams and a heart that’s a blue-bell I ain't no drugstore hunter, I don't claim to be hick But this mud on my boots? Yeah, it’s triple-layered thick Forty-four winters made my voice sound like stone I’m the king of the bridge, and I’m finally home (Beat drops out—heavy kick and soaring fiddle) From the corner store to the open floor I don’t fit the mold, I just break the door Yeah, I’m Philly born… but I’m soul bred (Voice drops) Every word I said… ’Cause I’m a concrete cowboy in a Perki haze Got the Philly grit and those Tennessee ways Yeah, the 808’s thumping like the heart in my chest While the steel guitar wails from the East to the West I’m a little bit of asphalt, a whole lot of soul Taking this city-slicker country where the big players won’t Broad Street 611, dust on my boots… Yeah. Philly, we gone. © Copyright 2026 Noah Jaslow #PhillyStrut #ConcreteCowboy #CountryRap #HipHopCountry #ModernCountry #Americana #BaritoneVocals #IndependentArtist #HyphenatedStudios #LyricVideo #OfficialAudio #NewMusic #NoahJaslow #philly #phillycowboy #611 #broadstreet #philadelphia #country #music #song #newmusic #countrysong #countrymusic #countrypop