Lyrics

[INTRO]
Out in the dust under the Texas sun,
Where the oil flows deep and the work’s never done,
We’re riding high on that black gold dream,
West Texas livin’, the grit and the gleam.

[VERSE 1]
Rollin’ through fields where the pumpjacks sway,
Iron giants dancing, givin' life every day,
Blue skies above, on this dusty old road,
Chasin’ those dollars, we’re searchin' for gold.

[CHORUS]
Pumpjacks and oil rigs, where the riches flow,
In the heart of Texas, we reap what we sow,
From the ground it beckons, that sweet black gold,
West Texas shit, where the stories unfold.

[VERSE 2]
Hard hats and boots, sun-baked and worn,
With every drop of oil, another fortune born,
Family on the line, and our stakes run deep,
It’s a cowboy hustle, the promises we keep.

[CHORUS]
Pumpjacks and oil rigs, where the riches flow,
In the heart of Texas, we reap what we sow,
From the ground it beckons, that sweet black gold,
West Texas shit, where the stories unfold.

[BRIDGE]
When the sun goes down and the stars shine bright,
We gather ‘round fires, hearts full of light,
Tales of the day and the fortunes we chase,
In this oilfield grind, we’ve found our place.

[VERSE 3]
With the wind on our backs and the sweat on our brows,
We’re livin’ for the future, we’re takin’ the vows,
To stand shoulder to shoulder in this land we claim,
In the battle for black gold, it’s all in the game.

[CHORUS]
Pumpjacks and oil rigs, where the riches flow,
In the heart of Texas, we reap what we sow,
From the ground it beckons, that sweet black gold,
West Texas shit, where the stories unfold.

[OUTRO]
So raise a glass high, let the old times roll,
For the dreamers and the doers, the hearts and the soul,
In West Texas skies, may the legends be told,
With pumpjacks and oil rigs, we’ll never grow old.