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 rough necks eye.
I do what I can to make ends meet,
Out there on the rig for those to weeks But when I get home...
I see what I miss when I'm Gone...
Cus I miss Birthdays and holidays to.
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 wont 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 aint 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.
Cus I miss birthdays and holidays to.
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 wont 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 aint easy bein an Oilfield Dad.
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I miss Birthdays and holidays to.
Their first words and First days of school. Ya know it's hard on them.
But it's hard on me too.
Yeah, these callused hands and big paychecks wont 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 aint easy. bein an Oil.field. Dad.
It aint easy. bein an Oil.field. Dad.