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Bryan Martin

Oilfield Dad

 

Oilfield Dad

(album: If It Was Easy - 2019)


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, 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 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, being 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, being an Oilfield Dad

It ain't easy, being an Oilfield Dad

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