Be A Bad Ass not a bitch

Oilfield BadAss…

Let’s get this done.

This life ain’t built for everybody.

Never was.

Never will be.

You wanna know what strong means?

I’ll tell you.

The oilfield’s different, only built for the strong,

Seen a whole lotta men come who didn’t last long.

And when I say strong, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout size,

I’m talkin’ leaving your babies with tears in their eyes.

Weeks turn to months, and the road gets old,

Working your fingers damn near to the bone.

Christmas gets missed, birthdays come and go,

But there’s food on the table when you finally get home.

We don’t do it for glory, we don’t do it for fame,

Most folks back home barely know our names.

We do it for the family, we do it with pride,

Put our boots on every morning and leave comfort behind.

I’ve lost good friends,

I’ve shed those tears.

I’ve seen this oilfield change

Through all these years.

It’s safer today — thank God that’s true,

But back in my day…

Boy, the shit we went through.

HARD WORK AND CLEAN LIVING!

WORK HARD — BE FORGIVING!

Take pride in your work,

Learn your craft,

Stand up straight

And work your ass!

Even when nobody else is around,

Do it damn right — don’t water it down.

Keep your head high, never look down,

Be an OILFIELD BADASS —

Not some useless clown!

HARD WORK!

CLEAN LIVING!

Give everything you got worth giving!

Dirty boots planted on solid ground —

OILFIELD BADASS!

That’s how we get down!

My first damn job was a drilling rig,

Young, half-crazy, thought I knew everything.

Then that well blew out in the dead of night,

Whole damn platform lit up bright.

Fire started rolling, black smoke climbed,

Ain’t much room for praying when you’re running outta time.

Had one way off, and it sure wasn’t dry —

Looked at that water and said,

“Well… guess I gotta fly.”

Jumped off the platform straight into the sea,

Cold black water underneath of me.

Deckhand on a crew boat pulled me inside,

And somehow that night…

I felt more alive.

Now think about this shit…

How many motherfuckers

Get a boat ride to work…

A giant bonfire in the middle of the night…

Then get paid…

TO GO FUCKING SWIMMING?!

Hell yeah!

That was the day I knew what I’d found,

Fire overhead, Gulf water all around.

Some men might’ve quit, caught the first boat home…

Me?

I WANTED MORE.

Felt invincible, fire in my veins,

Hard work taught me how to handle the pain.

Steel-toe boots and a hard-hat crown,

When everybody quits, I’m still around.

Sun coming up, but we worked all night,

Hands cut up, still getting it right.

Sweat on my back, got grit in my soul,

Every damn scar got a story it told.

[guitar and drum soli] work hard Keep your boots in the mud … Be a badass not a bitch