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"