Ever since my little girl was two years old

Been on a rig chasin that black gold

And the times flew bye

Brings a tear to a roughneck's eye

I do what I can to make ends meet

Out there on the rig for those two weeks but when I get home...

I see what I miss when I'm gone.

'cause I miss birthdays and holidays too

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

Won't 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 ain't 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.

'cause I miss birthdays and holidays too

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

Won't 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 ain't easy, bein' an oilfield dad.

I miss birthdays and holidays too

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

Won't 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 ain't easy, bein' an oilfield dad.

It ain't easy, bein' an oilfield dad.