Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Steel toes in the red dirt Sun stuck high like it’s on hold Hard hats stacked on the toolbox Paycheck smellin’ like crude and gold We clock out Kick dust off Toss the chairs from the truck bed Somebody sparks up that old pit And all the long week leaves my head [Chorus] Barbecue on the oilfield Smoke in the sky Grease on my fingers Friends by my side (yeah) Burnt ends Big grins Letting time stand still Cold cans clinkin’ by the grill Barbecue on the oilfield That’s the deal [Verse 2] Rib rub on a tailgate Brisket sweat in the evening heat That one song on the radio Got us stompin’ right in the gravel beat You’re laughin’ ‘bout the foreman I’m talkin’ ‘bout a raise someday But for now it’s meat on the metal And every trouble just melts away [Chorus] Barbecue on the oilfield Smoke in the sky Grease on my fingers Friends by my side (come on) Burnt ends Big grins Letting time stand still Cold cans clinkin’ by the grill Barbecue on the oilfield That’s the deal [Bridge] Flames dance Shadows long We all sing the wrong words to the same song (hey!) Black gold under our boots But tonight this fire’s our only loot [Chorus] Barbecue on the oilfield Smoke in the sky Grease on my fingers Friends by my side Burnt ends Big grins Letting time stand still Cold cans clinkin’ by the grill Barbecue on the oilfield Barbecue on the oilfield That’s the deal
Tags
rock, Crunchy modern rock with swaggering Texas groove; overdriven twin guitars locked to a greasy mid-tempo pocket, thick bass pumping on the low strings, roomy drums with big snare crack. Male vocals half-sung half-shouted, gang shouts on the hook. Short slide-guitar fills between lines; chorus widens with doubled vocals and a touch of slapback.
Duration
3:29
Instrumental
No
Created
1/18/2026