Oilfield Dad

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