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Oilfield Dad Lyrics - Artist : Bryan Martin
Ever since my little girl was 2 years old
Been on a rig chasin 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 miss when I'm Gone 'Cause I miss Birthdays and holidays too Their first words and First days of school Ya 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 someway I missed half their life, to give 'em one I never had It ain't easy, bein' 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 their blowin 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 Untill I'm home again 'Cause I miss Birthdays and holidays too Their first words and First days of school Ya 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 someway I missed half their life, to give 'em one I never had It ain't easy, bein' an Oilfield Dad I miss Birthdays and holidays too Their first words and First days of school Ya 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 someway I missed half their life, to give 'em one I never had It ain't easy, bein' an Oilfield Dad It ain't easy, bein' an Oilfield Dad |
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