

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – church organ under distant thunder, slow guitar swell] Sunday suit still smells like crude Boot heels ringing in a wooden pew Hands still black, can’t wash it clean Oilfield sinner chasing diesel dreams [Verse 1 – gritty country vocal over chugging riff] 4 A.M., cold coffee burns Iron and mud is how a man earns V-bottom humming in the morning fog Steel-toe boots in a diesel smog They call me oilfield trash, I don’t deny Got grease in my blood and dirt in my eye Derricks standing like crosses tall Out in the basin where the wild winds call [Pre-Chorus – rising choir harmonies] Mama said, “Son, keep Jesus near,” But money talks loud and the devil whispers in my ear [Chorus – big gospel choir with crushing guitars] Hallelujah, I’m covered in sin Oilfield trash but I’m born again Chasing that money, cussing my luck Breaking my back for every damn buck Love one woman, fight my hell Pray to Jesus when the devil yells Black gold gospel, loud and true God knows what us roughnecks do [Verse 2 – heavier riff, more aggression] Frac lights glowing like hell at night Hydraulic screams under sodium light Frac tanks lined like tombstones white Working like sinners in a holy fight Got a picture of her taped in my hat Pretty blue eyes, can’t forget that Every damn mile, every damn day That woman’s love keeps death away [Pre-Chorus – choir returns softly] Preacher says, “Son, watch what you sow,” But the devil buys drinks where the rig lights glow [Chorus – louder, layered vocals] Hallelujah, I’m covered in sin Oilfield trash but I’m born again Chasing that money, cussing my luck Breaking my back for every damn buck Love one woman, fight my hell Pray to Jesus when the devil yells Black gold gospel, loud and true God knows what us roughnecks do [Bridge – spoken preacher style over heavy breakdown] Preacher man pounding that pulpit wood: “Son, you can’t serve God and the dollar both!” [Breakdown – slow, crushing metal groove] Devil got his claws in my overtime pay Jesus got my soul when I kneel and pray Money in my pocket, mud on my face Trying like hell just to find my grace [Gospel Breakdown – choir only, then band crashes in] Wash me clean in diesel rain Forgive my cussing, forgive my pain I ain’t no saint, but I still believe There’s mercy left for men like me [Final Chorus – full choir, double-time drums] Hallelujah, I’m covered in sin Oilfield trash but I’m born again Blue collar heart, scarred and true God still watches what roughnecks do Love my woman, fear my God Walk this line through fire and mud Black gold gospel, raise your hands Salvation built by working hands [Outro – fading organ and steel guitar] Mud on my boots in the house of grace Still smell crude on my Sunday face Oilfield trash till the day I die Jesus hear this roughneck cry
Tags
Metal / Country / Gospel hybrid, male
5:22
No
3/28/2026