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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wake up, throw them boots on, another day to go,
Steel toes hit the dirt underneath that Texas glow.
Hook up the lines, get the risers standing tall,
Five wells on the pad and we're ready for 'em all.
Wireline's on the clock, we're waiting on the call,
Pressure starts climbing, you can feel it through the wall.
Engines start screaming, there's nowhere left to hide,
We're pump-down hands, boys—better hold on for the ride.
[Chorus]
We're pumpin' till we get home,
Twenty-four hours, but we ain't alone.
Three-inch iron and a whole lotta pressure,
Working through the night just to make life better.
West Texas dust and a sky full of stars,
Another long hitch underneath these lights.
Yeah, this job'll take everything we've got,
But we'll keep these pumps running
Till that last stage drops.
[Verse 2]
Radio's talking, pressure's looking good,
Everybody moving like a good crew should.
Keep your eyes on the gauges, keep your head in the game,
'Cause out here one mistake can change everything.
Grease on my gloves, hydraulic oil on my shirt,
You don't get many chances when the iron starts to work.
Sun comes up, then it goes back down,
Don't matter what the clock says—we're still pumping now.
[Chorus]
We're pumpin' till we get home,
Twenty-four hours, but we ain't alone.
Three-inch iron and a whole lotta pressure,
Working through the night just to make life better.
West Texas dust and a sky full of stars,
Another long hitch underneath these lights.
Yeah, this job'll take everything we've got,
But we'll keep these pumps running
Till that last stage drops.
[Bridge]
Fourteen days feels like forever
When there's someone waiting at home.
She don't see the pumps or the pressure,
She just knows she's sleeping alone.
But every mile on that highway
Is one mile closer to her.
So I'll give this job everything I've got—
'Cause she's the reason that I work.
[Final Chorus]
We're pumpin' till we get home,
Twenty-four hours, but we ain't alone.
Three-inch iron and a whole lotta pressure,
Working through the night just to make life better.
From the first stage pumped to the final call,
We've been running these pumps through it all.
Yeah, the oilfield takes its toll,
But I'll keep these pumps running
Till they finally send us home.
[Outro]
Kill the pumps...
Bleed the lines...
Drop the iron...
We're going home.
Tomorrow's another day—
But tonight,
I'm going home.
Details
GeneratedAug 29, 2026
Duration4:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark cinematic country about an oilfield dad who died in a blowout but keeps working a ghost rig to finish providing
Credits
Prompt by
evoman
evomanModelAria v5.5
