The Roughneck Song

Written by: Roy Jerden

Oil drilling is a tough man's life, hard labor all the time
Steel-toed shoes and hard hat crews and soaked all day in grime
Morning tour and evening tour, we're working day and night
To drill the earth for all she's worth, and keep it turnin' to the right

And the lingo used around the rig you won't hear much in church
It'll curl your hair and make you stare and leave you in the lurch
So close your eyes and realize us boys are quite profane
Just drink your beers and plug your ears; here comes our song's refrain

We drink longneck Lone Stars; we eat Frito pie
Give us ****, and we will spit some Red Man in your eye
Don't **** with us, or we will cuss and bring you to the fight
We're low class, but we kick *** to keep it turnin' to the right

We all love West Texas; it's like the Promised Land
Horny toads and rocky roads, and even dunes of sand
Dust storms every morning, northers every night
We get tans and freeze our cans and keep it turnin' to the right

We hang out in beer joints, but we don't fool around
We keep our wits about us and our boots flat on the ground
We may be rough and rowdy, but we go home every night
Then drill it hard and drill it deep and keep it turnin' to the right

We drink longneck Lone Stars; we eat Frito pie
Give us ****, and we will spit some Red Man in your eye
Don't **** with us, or we will cuss and bring you to the fight
We're low class, but we kick *** to keep it turnin' to the right

We p*ss longneck Lone Stars; we f*rt Frito pie
Give us ****, and we will spit some Red Man in your eye
Don't **** with us, or we will cuss and bring you to the fight
We're low class, but we kick *** to keep it turnin' to the right