300 degrees (peterbilt anthem)

Chrome on the grille and the stacks blowin' black,

Fire up the Pete, ain't no lookin' back.

Loaded down heavy, rolling through the night,

Chasing oilfield dollars with the headlights bright.

Pre-Chorus

Got diesel thunder underneath my feet,

Every mile I run, another check to meet.

Chorus

I'm hauling flowback in my Peterbilt,

Three hundred degrees and a paycheck built.

Making that easy oilfield money, mile by mile,

Steel in my hands and a hard-earned smile.

From the lease roads out to the blacktop line,

That long-nose Pete's been a friend of mine.

When the radio's low and the turbo sings,

It's me and my Peterbilt chasing bigger things.

Verse 2

Dust on the paint, chrome catching the dawn,

Another load hooked up before the night's gone.

No shortcuts here, just grit and pride,

Keeping America's oilfields alive.

Bridge

Every scar on these hands tells a story to tell,

From the oilfield roads where the toughest men dwell.

I'll keep rolling until the good Lord says,

"Park that Peterbilt and get some rest."

Final Chorus

I'm hauling flowback in my Peterbilt,

Three hundred degrees with a lifetime built.

Making that oilfield money one load at a time,

Grinding every day, every mountain I climb.

As long as those stacks keep reaching the sky,

I'll keep this Peterbilt rolling until I die.