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
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