[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
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