The sun is out, gonna earn our pay
We’ll raise an iron rig today
Pull steel pipe through the ground
As the diesel groans, we’ll lay it down
Been doing this for twenty years
Into the dawn, no weather fears
Two feet of snow,
22 below
We don’t care
We’re not after riches
or addicted to thrill
or addicted to thrill
We’ve got families to feed.
We can stand the chill:
We can stand the chill:
Pull the tongs, throw the chain
Stack the pipe, trip again
Turn the bit, case the hole
The crude has got to flow.
The Rational Element 