Every time I hit the road.
Im headed out west to copperstone.
You might say its home from home.
But thats not why its copperstone.
I go on the road to get my funds.
Thats where i lay my head when done
Chorus: out living on the road aint what i want to do, missing my family everytime i choose.
Living can be hell with these oilfield blues
But making all that money is what i can do
Ol copperstone is far from here
Working 12 hour days while I'm there
You might know but I bet you dont
Just how far is that copperstone
Living just a s cheap as i can be
Got to make it worth it to go you see
Them oilfields are full of men
Just like me, with callused hands
From daylight to dusk out on the road
I get my rest at the Copperstone
Chorus: out living on the road aint what i want to do, missing my family everytime i choose.
Living can be hell with these oilfield blues
But making all that money is what i can do