[Intro – slow gospel chords, distant rig noise]
Sunday smoke on the horizon line,
Derrick cross against the sky
Boots in the mud, hands in sin,
Preacher says, “Son, don’t let the devil win…”
[Verse 1 – country groove into heavy riff]
I’m oilfield trash with a back full of scars,
Living off diesel and broken guitars
Dollar signs dancing in the flames of hell,
Every paycheck feels like a story I sell
Mud on my jeans, grease on my soul,
Chasing that money down a bottomless hole
Mama prayed hard, said “Boy, stand tall,”
But the devil keeps dialing when the night calls
[Pre-Chorus – rising tension]
Preacher in the pulpit yelling my name,
Says love ain’t bought with whiskey or fame
But I’m knee-deep in crude and chasing that stack,
With a woman back home and a devil on my back
[Chorus – big metal/country/gospel hook]
Damn this life, but I love it the same,
Money and love in a hellfire game
Preacher says pray, devil says “fuck it, sin,”
Oilfield gospel—let the good Lord in
Hands to the sky with the rigs all around,
Steel and salvation shaking the ground
Damn this road but I walk it proud,
Oilfield trash singing gospel loud
[Verse 2 – heavier, darker imagery]
Black gold dripping like blood from the earth,
Digging my grave since the day of my birth
Devil in the doghouse counting my pay,
Laughing every time I kneel to pray
She’s back home waiting with a porch light glow,
Love in her eyes like the Holy Ghost flow
Says, “Baby come back, don’t lose your soul,”
But the money keeps calling from the drilling hole
[Breakdown – crushing metal section]
Fuck the heat, the cold, the pain—
Still chasing dollars in the pouring rain
Mud in my lungs, steel in my veins,
Devil keep talking—I scream his name
[Gospel Bridge – choir style call & response]
Choir: Can I get an amen?
Lead: I been living in sin again
Choir: Can I get a hallelujah?
Lead: Lord knows what the money’ll do ya
Choir: Devil knocking at your door!
Lead: I ain’t scared anymore
[Final Chorus – biggest, anthemic]
Damn this life, but I love it the same,
Money and love in a hellfire game
Preacher says pray, devil says “fuck it, run,”
But I still believe in the Holy One
Oilfield trash with a Bible in hand,
Knees in the mud, trying to stand
Damn this road, but I won’t back down,
Oilfield gospel—scream it loud
[Outro – slow, haunting]
Rig lights glowing like angels at night,
Devil still lurking just outta sight
Preacher still praying for souls like mine…
While I chase that crude till the end of time
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