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Yeah…

Some people run from the storm…

Some people get built in it.

Mud on my boots… diesel in my blood…

This one’s for the ones who kept the lights on.

I was raised where the hard roads don’t forgive,

Where you earn every dollar and you fight how you live.

Steel-toe boots, sweat on my brow,

I learned what sacrifice really means somehow.

Out on that rig when the sun went down,

With a storm rolling in and that thunder sound.

I’ve been face to face with the darkest nights,

Fighting with the devil over my soul in the middle of the fight.

I kept my faith when the pressure got heavy,

Kept my hands steady when the world wasn’t ready.

Hard work, clean living, that’s the code I know,

You don’t get respect… you earn it in the dirt below.

I’m an Oilfield Badass, born in the flame,

Built by the struggle, forged by the pain.

These dirty hands lead you to clean money,

Ain’t always pretty but the truth ain’t funny.

I gave my blood, gave my time, gave my years,

Walked through the fire, swallowed my fears.

The devil tried to take everything I had…

But he couldn’t break the Oilfield Badass.

Look…

I’m from a place where the paycheck comes earned,

Where every lesson is a bridge that got burned.

Long days, cold nights, no easy road,

Carrying a family dream with a heavy load.

I’ve seen men fall, I’ve seen men rise,

Seen the truth hiding behind tired eyes.

Ain’t no shortcut, ain’t no free ride,

You either work or you watch dreams die.

Mud on my jeans, scars on my hands,

Built my future with a broken back stand.

They see the money, they don’t see the cost,

They don’t see the moments and the years I lost.

To my kids…

I’m sorry for the birthdays and the moments I missed,

The nights I wasn’t there, the hugs I didn’t get to give.

I know I missed things I can’t get back,

And that’s a weight that I still carry on my back.

But every mile, every tear, every sacrifice I made,

Was so you wouldn’t have to live the life I escaped.

I worked through the pain, I pushed through the past,

So you could stand taller than your old man ever had.

I’m an Oilfield Badass, remember my name,

I fought through the fire, I danced with the pain.

The sacrifices were hard, family life took a hit,

But I did what I had to — I never quit.

Dirty hands lead you to clean money,

That’s the truth behind the blood and the honey.

And when you wonder who your Daddy was…

Remember this —

Your Dad is the Oilfield Badass.

I ain’t perfect…

I ain’t ever claimed to be.

But every scar tells a story…

Every mile was for my family.

From the rig floor to the grave…

I’ll always be…

The Oilfield Badass.