Oilfield Trash - Creed Fisher

Meeting the boys down at the heliport

I hope my per diem will pay my child support

This oilfield money’s good, but it sure goes fast

This life I live, it ain’t for the faint

Work like hell from Canne to Cane

Knowing each time I go out might be my last

I’m taking all these pictures for my kids

So when I’m dead and gone

They’ll know what daddy did

I’m spending half of my life

With no grass beneath my feet

They call me oilfield trash, and that’s alright with me

Skids touched down around Fourchon

Got that pretty little thing sittin' there at home

Waitin' on me to get off this hitch

Now I’m callin' up Momma, «Daddy's on his way»

Make a month’s worth of lovin' out of 14 days

You can’t get that with no M.B.A

I’m taking all these pictures for my kids

So when I’m dead and gone

They’ll know what daddy did

I’m spending half of my life

With no grass beneath my feet

They call me oilfield trash, and that’s alright with me

They call me oilfield trash, and that’s alright with me

I’m taking all these pictures for my kids

So when I’m dead and gone

They’ll know what daddy did

I’m spending half of my life

With no grass beneath my feet

They call me oilfield trash, and that’s alright with me

It’s a badge of honor in my roughneck family tree

Keep that world turnin', boys

Make it go around, son