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[Verse 1]
Alarm goes off, ain't seen the sun,
Another twenty-four, another one.
Coffee black and a radio low,
Pull on my boots, watch that pressure gauge glow.
Dust on my truck, grease on my hands,
Another long night out in West Texas land.
Got a wife back home and a reason to grind,
So I leave my sleep and my worries behind.
[Pre-Chorus]
We don't talk much about the hours we lose,
Or all the miles on these old work boots.
You learn real quick what you're made of
When that iron wakes up and starts to roar...
[Chorus]
When that iron starts to roll,
You better know your job, better know your soul.
Pressure climbing, engines screaming,
Twenty-four hours and we still ain't leaving.
From the first light till the midnight sky,
We keep that red dirt flying high.
Yeah, the oilfield takes its toll,
But there's nothing like the sound
When that iron starts to roll.
[Verse 2]
Five wells lined up and the night's still young,
Three-inch lines and the work ain't done.
Frac pumps hammering through the ground,
You feel every heartbeat when they fire 'em down.
Radio crackles, “You good over there?”
“Yeah, we're good”—but nobody's getting air.
Keep your eyes on the pressure, keep your head on straight,
'Cause one bad second can change your fate.
[Chorus]
When that iron starts to roll,
You better know your job, better know your soul.
Pressure climbing, engines screaming,
Twenty-four hours and we still ain't leaving.
From the first light till the midnight sky,
We keep that red dirt flying high.
Yeah, the oilfield takes its toll,
But there's nothing like the sound
When that iron starts to roll.
[Bridge]
Two weeks gone and I'm running on fumes,
Sleeping in a trailer underneath fluorescent moons.
But I know that highway's waiting on me,
And there's a front door where I wanna be.
She'll be standing there when I pull in late,
And suddenly every damn mile was worth the wait.
'Cause you can keep the money, you can keep the gold—
Just let me make it home when that iron gets cold.
[Final Chorus]
When that iron starts to roll,
You better know your job, better know your soul.
Pressure climbing, engines screaming,
Twenty-four hours and we still ain't leaving.
From the oilfield lights to that Texas sky,
We give this life everything we've got inside.
Yeah, the oilfield takes its toll,
But I'll do it all again tomorrow
When that iron starts to roll.
[Outro]
Yeah...
Another hitch, another road,
Another story nobody back home knows.
Until that engine starts to slow...
And that iron finally rolls.
Details
GeneratedAug 29, 2026
Duration4:27
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark cinematic country about an oilfield dad who died in a blowout but keeps working a ghost rig to finish providing
Credits
Prompt by
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