Lyrics
[Verse]
Boots caked in mud, the oil rigs hum,
Out here under a ruthless sun.
The wind cuts sharp, it don’t feel kind,
But it’s the only way I provide.
[Prechorus]
Every turn of the drill, every break of my back,
I’m counting the days ‘til I’m on that track.
[Chorus]
I miss the porch swing creak, the kids’ loud laughter,
Her sweet kiss waiting when the workday’s after.
But this roughneck life keeps me paying dues,
I’m chasing dreams in these roughneck blues.
[Verse 2]
Phone calls at night, static on the line,
“Daddy, when you comin’ home this time?”
I hold back tears, say, “Real soon, you’ll see,”
But the truth ain’t as easy as it ought to be.
[Prechorus]
Every flame on the stack, every night gone black,
I’m carving out hope on this lonely track.
[Chorus]
I miss the porch swing creak, the kids’ loud laughter,
Her sweet kiss waiting when the workday’s after.
But this roughneck life keeps me paying dues,
I’m chasing dreams in these roughneck blues.
Style
and sparse percussion to create an emotional yet grounded texture. male vocals deliver the song with raw sincerity.countryheartfeltgentle steel guitar swellsacoustic-driven with a steady beat; features a fingerpicked acoustic guitar
Prompt
Country song about oil field and being away from family for months at a time heart felt beat
Credits
Prompt byJunctionGlitch404
GeneratedNov 24, 2025
ModelAria v5
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