Lyrics Oilfield Trash - Creed Fisher

Oilfield Trash

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