| The people came here from parts unknown
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| Sleepin’in their cars 'cause they didn’t have homes
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| Thought this place was the promised land
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| If you could roughneck, we could use a good man
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| Come on boy let me show you around
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| You could make a lot of money here
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| Livin’in a boomtown
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| Well some build bars and big hotels
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| Downshift drive and the people live well
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| High on the hog and wild on the range
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| Pocket full of cash instead of chump change
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| This place kicks when the sun goes down
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| Ain’t life great when you’re livin’in a boomtown
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| See oil was the blood that flowed through the soul
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| To keep a man workin’when it’s forty below
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| Relent to the devil in the cold cold ground
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| Trying to make a dollar here livin’in a boomtown
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| Six short years the oil fields went
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| Rigs came down and the money got spent
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| And the wisemen saved for a rainy day
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| The fools packed up and moved away
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| The hotels closed and the bars shut down
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| And it got real quite livin’in a boomtown
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Now the cafe’s filled with people tellin’lies
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| Trying to figure out how the town went dry
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| You can buy a house a dime on the dollar
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| Need a good home just give me a holler
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| I can move you in with no money down
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| Still tryin’to make a dollar here livin’in a boomtown
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| Livin’in a boomtown
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| Livin’in a boomtown |