Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro — clean guitar, distant metal clanks, slow build] Steel toes in the gravel, sun ain’t up yet Coffee tastes like diesel, lungs full of regret Wind cuts cold through a worn-out flannel Another day punching time in hell’s own channel [Verse 1 — heavy riff kicks in] Mud on my jeans, sweat on my back Derricks groanin’ like they ’bout to crack Iron teeth chewin’ through the earth below Pullin’ up oil from the devil’s throat Hydrovac scream like a wounded hound Spittin’ mud while the rigs shake ground Hands split open, bleed through the grain Every dollar I earn baptized in pain [Pre-Chorus — rising energy] Smoke in the sky, flames lick high Black gold tears fall from the eye You either stand or you fall apart Out here hell don’t spare your heart [Chorus — big southern metal hook] We work in oil, we live in hell Under iron giants where the wild winds yell Hydrovacs roar, derricks cry Black gold rain from a burning sky Pain in my bones, dirt in my veins Hell ain’t fire — it’s rigs and chains But I’ll ride this storm till my last breath fails Another soul in the oilfield hell [Verse 2 — chugging groove] Night shift moon hangs crooked and low Floodlights turn dust into ghostly snow Radio crackle, foreman screams Another busted line and shattered dreams Steel cable snap like a shotgun blast One wrong step could be your last Seen good men fall to the ground Buried in mud where oil is found [Pre-Chorus — gritty vocal build] Sirens cry through the midnight air You learn real quick life ain’t fair Shake it off, wipe blood and sweat Clock ain’t stoppin’ for regret [Chorus — heavier, layered vocals] We work in oil, we live in hell Under iron giants where the wild winds yell Hydrovacs roar, derricks cry Black gold rain from a burning sky Pain in my bones, dirt in my veins Hell ain’t fire — it’s rigs and chains But I’ll ride this storm till my last breath fails Another soul in the oilfield hell [Breakdown — slow, crushing, chant style] DIG — THE — EARTH BLEED — FOR — PAY HELL — ON — SHIFT DAY — BY — DAY HYDROVAC — ROAR DERRICKS — SWAY BLACK — GOLD — HELL TILL — MY — GRAVE [Bridge — slower, emotional country feel] Mama said, “Son, don’t sell your soul” But mouths need feedin’ and hearts need coal So I sold my sweat to the drilling sound Now my roots run deep in this cursed ground [Final Chorus — biggest and most melodic] We work in oil, we live in hell Under iron giants where the wild winds yell Hydrovacs roar, derricks cry Black gold tears from a blood-red sky Pain made strong what fear once broke Breath tastes like fire and drilling smoke When my time comes and the sirens wail Lay me down in the oilfield hell [Outro — fading clean guitar, distant rig noises] Steel toes in the gravel, sun sinkin’ low… Another day survived… in the oilfield below…
Tags
Metal country/ gospel, male
Duration
4:12
Instrumental
No
Created
3/27/2026