Lyrics:
started climbing drilling rigs
I'm oil field trash and proud as I can be, yeah
Then I took my songs and guitar
And sang 'em to a man from Tennessee
started climbing drilling rigs
I'm oil field trash and proud as I can be, yeah
Then I took my songs and guitar
And sang 'em to a man from Tennessee
shows
And when he's not off on business
He's off checkin' out cows and pigs
And she gets weary on the twelve mile prairie
Starin' at the drilling rigs
of gallons since the catastrophic blowout
11 men were killed in the explosion that sank one of the most sophisticated drilling rigs In the world
The deep water
at ever faster speeds
You touch down on Titan and they hand you the keys
To a drilling rig and a map of the seas
They say good luck and send you off
started climbing drilling rigs
I'm oil field trash and proud as I can be, yeah
Then I took my songs and guitar
And sang 'em to a man from Tennessee
rainforests, department stores, drilling rigs, combines with their harvests
Insects with their elaborate nests, caged birds, helicopters
The collective dreams
you're mine, got my face in your mind
I just wanna make it big, have my pockets fat as a pig
I'ma serve the pipe to you like a drilling rig
And it's not
good we can do it times two, yeah I got the right moves
Not Sean still big
S** so good have you snatching off your wig (You dig)
Good drilling hit me
more ay
I get anxious course I do the plans big
I been drilling shit something like a oil rig ay
Look at what I did it's no wonder why she cling to me
come from fingers
If machines become our hands
And then our feet become the wheels
And then the wheels become the cars
And then the rigs begin
from fingers
If machines become our hands
And then our feet become the wheels
And then the wheels become the cars
And then the rigs begin to drill
If machines become our hands
And then our feet become the wheels
And then the wheels become the cars
And then the rigs begin to drill
Until
it.It’s worthless if you dump it,But if somebody spills it,You should bring your rig and pump it.
Like an oil-spill;It’s rushing and gushing and it’s
machines become our hands
And then our feet become the wheels
And then the wheels become the cars
And then the rigs begin to drill
Until the drilling goes
He got a real long reach in the derrick when he leans
He's been all around the world on the big oil rigs
With the welders and the trucks on the black
all fall down
Face down on the ground
Ruins all around
Never be found
Temperature keeps on rising
Like rigs on the mines
As long as they're making their
breathe the grid
Always down to rumble though not big
Feeling like you were hit by a rig
Leave you looking burnt out like a cig
Somewhere out there coolin
It's a cold retribution for the
Slick jousting of monikers
Courtesy, your innards drilling
Faustuses in chroniclers
Nothing ever changes on the top
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