Bryan Martin - Oilfield Dad Lyrics

Lyrics Oilfield Dad - Bryan Martin



Ever since my little girl was two years old
Been on a rig chasing that black gold and the times flew bye
Brings a tear to a roughneck's eye
I do what I can to make ends meet
Out there on the rig for those two weeks, but when I get home
I see what I missin' when I'm gone
'Cause I miss birthdays and holidays too
Their first words and first days of school
You know it's hard on them, but it's hard on me too
Because these callused hands and big paychecks
Won't buy back the things I've missed
But I know someday, I'll tell 'em some way
I missed half their life to give 'em one I never had
It ain't easy being an oilfield dad
I count down the days while I'm gone
She sends me pictures on the phone of her and the kids
And they're blowing me a kiss
I just put on my boots and get back to work
Covered in oil, blood, sweat, and dirt and I think of them
Until I'm home again
'Cause I miss birthdays and holidays too
Their first words and first days of school
You know it's hard on them, but it's hard on me too
Because these callused hands and big paychecks
Won't buy back the things I've missed
But I know someday, I'll tell 'em some way
I missed half their life to give 'em one I never had
It ain't easy being an oilfield dad
'Cause I miss birthdays and holidays too
Their first words and first days of school
You know it's hard on them, but it's hard on me too
Yeah, these callused hands and big paychecks
Won't buy back the things I've missed
But I know someday, I'll tell 'em some way
That I missed half their life to give 'em one I never had
It ain't easy being an oilfield dad
It ain't easy being an oilfield dad



Writer(s): Bryan Curtis Martin


Bryan Martin - If It Was Easy
Album If It Was Easy
date of release
28-10-2019



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