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Lyrics
[Verse]
The rig calls his name at the break of dawn
He packs his bags and he's already gone
The sound of his boots fades out of sight
And I brace myself for another lonely night
[Chorus]
My oilfield man
He's my rock
My flame
But the miles between us ain't an easy game
I hold the fort with grandkids and hens
Counting the days 'til he's home again
[Verse 2]
The grandkids laugh
Their joy keeps me whole
Their tiny hands soothe my aching soul
The chickens cluck
Their feathers shine
But none of it fills this heart of mine
[Chorus]
My oilfield man
He's my rock
My flame
But the miles between us ain't an easy game
I hold the fort with grandkids and hens
Counting the days 'til he's home again
[Bridge]
The sun sinks low
The sky turns gold
The stories we’ve lived never grow old
I tell the kids of their grandpa’s fight
To keep our dreams burning bright
[Verse 3]
The rooster crows
Another day breaks
But this quiet house
It still aches
I write him letters
Pour my heart in pen
And dream of the day he'll walk in again
Details
GeneratedMay 30, 2025
Duration3:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
female vocals, acoustic, sad, heartfelt, country
Credits
Prompt byEpicNeuron871
ModelAria v4
Prompt
A song about my oilfield husband that I love but he has to be gone all the time and it makes me sad and I spend my days with my grand kids and chickens to fill the empty space
