Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Sun comes up on a red dirt morning Hard hat hanging in a busted Ford Boots hit gravel Air already burning Chase that paycheck Pray a little more Texas sky like a steel-toed furnace Dust on my tongue Sweat in my eyes Out on the pad where the ground keeps shaking Steel rigs reaching for the prize [Chorus] Drill Baby Drill Let the black smoke rise (hey!) Liquid gold under these red hot skies From Midland flats to that Gulf Coast spill We’re feeding this fire on an iron will Drill Baby Drill Hear that diesel cry Heat waves dancing where the jack pumps fly We’re the roughneck choir on this sunburned hill Drill Baby Drill [Verse 2] Check that pressure on a rust-stained tablet Coffee gone cold in my calloused hand Old boys laughing ’bout the ones who had it Young guns dreaming ’bout a piece of land Paycheck ink on a bar tab Friday Dust off boots Wash off the grime But come Monday when the siren’s whining We’re right back chasing that same old line [Chorus] Drill Baby Drill Let the black smoke rise (woah) Liquid gold under these red hot skies From Midland flats to that Gulf Coast spill We’re feeding this fire on an iron will Drill Baby Drill Hear that diesel cry Heat waves dancing where the jack pumps fly We’re the roughneck choir on this sunburned hill Drill Baby Drill
Tags
rock, Country rock stomp with bright telecaster twang, driving kick and snare, and a rolling bass line; male vocals with stacked gang shouts on the hook. Verses stay punchy and story-driven over chugging guitars, chorus explodes with big open chords and crowd-style singalong. Brief slide guitar fills between lines, energy high from top to tail with a barroom-ready finale., country rock, drill
Duration
3:17
Instrumental
No
Created
3/23/2026