Oilfield dime

Steel toe boots in this oil soaked ground,

Another 14 hours, another shift down.

Your message on the phone cuts straight through to the heart,

I missed the joy of his first steps, what a great start.

So many Birthdays go by with cakes I don’t see,

You’ve been tucking them in, they’ve long quit asking ‘bout me.

I’m out here breaking my back day after day,

But the years I’ve lost, I can’t buy back, regardless my pay.

I know I always let you down,

Maybe someday I can be around.

It was good to talk to you on the phone,

The Lord knows how much I miss home.

Why must I spend all my time,

Chasing that oilfield dime.

This hardhat life don’t give a damn,

About the heart of a daddy, the love of a man.

I’m working that black gold, and I feel so alone,

Every mile I drive pulls me further from home.

One day I’ll no longer roam,

Trade in the long hitch for my own home.

Hold you close instead of this shame,

But the oilfield keeps calling my name.

I know I always let you down,

Maybe someday I can be around.

It was good to talk to you on the phone,

The Lord knows how much I miss home.

Why must I spend all my time,

Chasing that oilfield dime.

Yeah the Lord knows I miss mine…

But I’m still chasing that oilfield dime.