This is kind of an autobiography song with an attitude. It is not meant to offend anyone . I grew up in an oilfield camp in rural North Dakota and bussed 40 miles to the nearest school on the Fort Berthold Indian Reservation grades 1-7 . We lived in a trailer house and I have been in the oilfield most of my life.
A popular bumper sticker through the years
" Please don't tell my mom I work in the Oilfield, She thinks I'm a piano player in a whorehouse."
So anyway I have recently wrote a couple love songs and I don't want folks to think I aint an ornery old cuss so here goes !
I Coulda Been
(G) I was born in North Dakota, Most Folks (C) aint heard of it
It's (D) way up in the Northland, truth is , most don't give a sh*t (G)
Raised in the Oilfield, schooled (C) on the Rez
In a little ole trailer (D) weren't so bad my momma says (G)
(G) Daylights, evening, morning tour (C) just a way of life
It was a (D) tough old hall and tuffer on the wife
(G) Chased rigs from Montana to (C) Texas near and far
Seems we (D) always stayed too long down at the local Bar (G)
Chorus 1
(G) Well I'm a son of a roughneck (C) I'm proud oilfield trash
Don't (D) give me no lip son or I'll have to whoop yer (G) Ass
Yeh (D) don't give me no lip son or I'll have to whoop yer (G) Ass
Nasty Guitar Solo
(G) Coulda been a doctor , or maybe a big star (C)
But here I am a (D) Roughneck, I guess that's who I are (G)
Fifty years and countin, (C) folks say I been around the block
But,(D) don't give me no lip son, or I'll have to clean your clock (G)
Chorus 2
(G) I am a son of a roughneck I'm (C) proud oilfield trash
(D) Don't give me no lip son or I'll have to whoop yer (G) ass
(D) Don't give me no lip son or I'm bound, bound, bound to whoop some (G) ass