Well Digger's Lament

I see the rig on the horizon

In the midnight sky it glows

As I head this last twelve miles

Down a long dusty lease road

We’ve got one more trip to bottom

Then be headed out sideways

Followed by an all night pipe run

And a rig move in two days

Deliver unto me my wages

And my per diem

Although I think I’s built for this

I don’t like being gone

But there’s something ‘bout the sulfur

In the air makes me think twice

About diggin’ them wells, ringing hells bells

And that oilfield life

Now living on location

Ain’t too bad I tell myself

But you know I don’t eat healthy

Shopping from the Allsup’s shelf

But come ‘round here next Friday

If they give me my days off

I won’t be digging no wells, or ringing hells bells

But I might play a round of golf

Deliver unto me my wages

And my per diem

Although I think I’s built for this

I don’t like being gone

But there’s something ‘bout the sulfur

In the air makes me think twice

About diggin’ them wells, ringing hells bells

And that oilfield life

Missing birthday’s, New Year’s, Christmas

And some anniversaries

Is a hard ‘nough pill to swallow

But the world needs guys like me

Answering the call of duty

Rain or shine, both day and night

To keep them tanks full in West Texas

Drill bits turning to the right

Deliver unto me my wages

And my per diem

Although I think I’s built for this

I don’t like being gone

But there’s something ‘bout the sulfur

In the air makes me think twice

About diggin’ them wells, ringing hells bells

And that oilfield life

About diggin’ them wells, ringing hells bells

And that oilfield life