Lyrics:
Here's to the corn field farmer
Oil rig rough necks too
Nurses on the night shift
Drummer on a drum kit
Ain't it red white and blue
Doing their
min' drenge de er "shh", ikk' noget alibi, før vi al' er rig'
Det' ikk' noget nyt, ikk' noget nyt, nej-nej-nej
Det' vi vant til, jaer, det' vi vant til
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
we need to get on first
D, I like to smoke papers
Henny shots no chasers
Occasional dabber, wax or shatter
Don't matter the flavor
The rig's set, low
height
We can teach your type how to hit that rig
How to get that right now we hit that big
Now we take that flight
Flower man and we bake all night
Wax
rounders
Here's to The Wanderin' rounders
The waving lighters, The never hiders
The nail drivers, the big rig riders
The saving lifers, and the flag flyers
Who's your captain
Let me come aboard your ship
It takes a crew to hoist that gaff rig, ahum,
In those big kegs maybe there's one little jigger
path
Desert noises, wicked heart
The engines restart!
War rig's speeding up again
Leaving fear behind our pain
Gears are falling to the floor
May
along the side as the stacks roll black as coal
And trucking though the night like thunder we do roll
The drive wheels dig in this rock and roll rig
Me puse el hoddy y salí
El mundo bajo los Kiks
Como Douglas y mis tenis no son naiki
Me siento como jordan Rigs
Triple aro cual curry
Sin mirar y la
Rá rig dá!
Do parafuso, do parafuso
Do parafuso, du du du du du du du
Ra tá, ra tá, ra tá, ra tá, ra tá
Rig dig dig dig dig
Parafuso pro papá
started climbing drilling rigs
I'm oil field trash and proud as I can be, yeah
Then I took my songs and guitar
And sang 'em to a man from Tennessee
rings but it's not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has found a jack-knifed rig
In a snow bank in Illinois
But the driver was missin'
to get to Heaven
Where I come from
Well, I was headin' home on 65
Somewhere around Kentucky
And the CB rang the bobtail rig
That's rollin'
a roustabout
Orders all day and half the night, from the boss
That guys cousin don't wanna see one minute lost
Stack it up, in the rig
Better still, bring it
no bottom a rig with no crew
A song with no music that's me without you
A train with no whistle a car with no gas
A well with no water a show with
town
Well, the picture in the paper showed the scene real well
Papa's rig was buried in the local motel
The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear
wraps?
We do, we do
Who holds back the elctric car?
Who makes Steve Gutenberg a star?
We do, we do
Who robs gamefish of their site?
Who rigs every
to get to Heaven
Where I come from
Well, I was headin' home on 65
Somewhere around Kentucky
And the CB rang the bobtail rig
It's rollin' on like
rig, up and down the road
Or the one out in the warehouse, bringing in the load
Or the waitress, the mechanic, the policeman on patrol
For everyone
tonight
I'm gonna dodge all the scales alright
Six days on the road
And I'm gonna make it home tonight
SOLO
My rigs a little old but
That don't
I build the ships we?re proud to sail
I give my man a full dinner pail
I clerk
I fight
I warden at night
I plan
I rig
I jockey a jeep
Got what it takes to be in paradise
She said she likes your face, she likes your rig,
But, man, oh, man, them things are too big
Oh, your feet's
Bum-bum-be-dum-bum-bum-be-dum-bum (I'm going crazy now)
Bum-bum-be-dum-bum-bum-be-dum-bum
No more gas in the rig
Can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said
Can't
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