OilfieldBadAss Re-Re Mix

🔥 Hook (your line, but dirtier, rougher, outlaw‑scarred)

I’m an oilfield badass through and fkn through,

Boots caked in mud, hell ridin’ in my rearview.

I stomp on hard work — that’s what outlaws do,

Middle finger to the sun like, “You ain’t burnin’ my crew.”

I can’t be out‑worked, I can’t be out‑done —

Oilfield badass, and we get s**t done.

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🎤 Verse 1 (grit turned to 11 — bar fight energy)

I’m the kind of man storms whisper about,

’Cause I’ve stared ’em in the face and told ’em “Try me now.”

Got a welder throwin’ sparks like a sawed‑off blast,

Fitter layin’ pipe with a rhythm built to last.

My rigger ties loads like a noose on fate,

Builder stacks steel like he’s bendin’ the gate.

Crane operator swingin’ iron like a drunk outlaw king,

Whole damn crew built rough enough to break anything.

We ain’t polite, we ain’t clean, we ain’t pretty —

We’re the reason the Gulf don’t sleep in this city.

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🎶 Hook (louder, dirtier, outlaw roar)

I’m an oilfield badass through and fkn through,

Boots caked in mud, hell ridin’ in my rearview.

I stomp on hard work — that’s what outlaws do,

Middle finger to the sun like, “You ain’t burnin’ my crew.”

I can’t be out‑worked, I can’t be out‑done —

Oilfield badass, and we get s**t done.

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outlaw legend — whiskey, scars, and steel)

I’ve been cut by steel, I’ve been kissed by flame,

Ain’t a damn thing out here that can humble my name.

I’m the first one in and the last one standin’,

Raised by storms, built by the landin’.

Listen up…son …we are crew of oilfield bad asses TAKING OTHER CREWS and teaching them classes. You can see hard work with no glasses. Get on your knees and kiss some oilfield bad asses

I’m an oilfield badass through and fkn through,

Boots caked in mud, hell ridin’ in my rearview.

I stomp on hard work — that’s what outlaws do,

Middle finger to the sun like, “You ain’t burnin’ my crew.”

I can’t be out‑worked, I can’t be out‑done —

Oilfield badass, and we get s**t done.

🎤 Outro (spoken, outlaw whisper — pure menace)

Yeah…

We ain’t workers.

We’re a storm with boots on.

Oilfield outlaws —

Built by the grind,

Blessed by the storm,

Feared by the weak.

I’ve been soaked in the rain, I’ve been burned by the flame,

I’ve been blamed for the things that were never my blame.

Pipefitters on the deck with the wind in our face,

Welders light the dark like a prayer in this place.

And every shift feels like a chapter in a book,

Every scar on my hands is a second look.

We ain’t heroes — we’re just men with a mission,

Tryna make it home safe, that’s the only ambition.

I’m an oilfield badass through and fkn through,

Boots caked in mud, hell ridin’ in my rearview.

I stomp on hard work — that’s what outlaws do,

Middle finger to the sun like, “You ain’t burnin’ my crew.”

I can’t be out‑worked, I can’t be out‑done —

Oilfield badass, and we get s**t done.

Yo worm grab me beer… get dressed we about to take you to the club and make you fucking Man HELLLL YEAH