Lyrics:
Roughnecks, roustabouts and ramblers
Rednecks, outlaws and gamblers
Bankers and lawyers, preachers all around
In this oilfield boomtown
Payin' for
rode eight seconds on an oilfield derrick
Popped a wheelie on the tractor
Plowed a weeks worth of pasture
Spent the end of my day on the front porch
costs four
And where my fields used to be, there’s an oil-field there
And where my woods used to be, there’s an oil-field there
Down in Piedras Negras you gotta watch yourself
There's a whole lotta hungry people lookin to share some wealth
And when the oilfield's busted
the bank
And he swung on the side of a wheeler,
The boys caught a tanker to Seminole
Then west to Amarillo.
They caught them a job of oil-field work
to the oilfields and rodeos
To find a better way
They leave their native soil
But I can hear a different song
The drum within my heart is beating strong
I want
Loving too
Here's to Coronado, the Comanche, and the blues
Here's to the bootleggers and the oilfield crews
Here's to the one and all of us Red River
In lazy circles in the western skies
I want to fly with him
I want to walk the spirit trail
I've seen them come
I've seen them go
Off to the oilfields
Two old boots, dusty, worn, and stained
By the oilfields and the ranches and the blood that fell like rain
Heroes hearts that fought to change our name
and never letting go
But you fall into a rhythm of the daily work routine
12 Hours in the oilfield, back to camp get fed, get clean
A phone call home
Daily threat of war
Gold mines and oilfields
Conflicts due to wealthiness
My father worked in the oilfield when he was young.
His friends always said that no matter how obscure the location was, he could always find it.
He
hours, 30 days in the field
Oilfield, Serving gas like foreal
In the field, spending nights at hotels
Gasman more like gas engineer
Gasman rolling woods
he didn't have to work for it
wanting nothing more than a fling
Small town, Small town swing
He's in the oilfield now, she's with her high brow
the wind
Well their standing tall like giants against the blue West Texas sky
Flowing like an oilfield never will run dry
On the mesas and the plains just
Do not trespass
Onto my eight thousand acres
Oilfield property!
Juego pinchar su juego
El “Pelos de elote” es lo que quiere
Luego luego!
Pero
It might be a city but
It's as dull as an oilfield
Way way way way
Too bored in Wakefield
Nothing to do 'round there
ain’t for the weak, makes you want to take the money and leave. Couldn't get out before it got me, this oilfield can break your mind and body.
I thank
Crowded cities polluted air
Every day is getting worse
Try to breathe the smoky steam
It will affect your lungs
burning oil-fields in Iraq
A dark
Crowded cities polluted air
Every day is getting worse
Try to breathe the smoky steam
It will affect your lungs
burning oil-fields in Iraq
A dark
Veiled by the masses who deny it exists
A splinter that’s hidden but always persists
Another oilfield blemish to stain this here tryst
Of the land
grinning prawn
but suddenly it all was gone
made a mil but paid the bill
an oilfield in the middle east
butt scuds were having fire-feast, same noon
people
Look at this shit called war
Where the poor kill and die to make the rich even richer
Let the oilfields burn
If the profit wasn't there they'd abort
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