Roughnecks Songtext
von Briscoe

My hands are dirty and my bones are tired
16 hours, no relief
I thought I saw you in the dusty light
But all a man can do is dream
All the roughnecks in their muddy clothes
They′ll be drinking up a fight
I'll watch the light fade and hear the pump jacks groan
While I think of you tonight

I was wrong for leaving
But it was all that I could do


So I′ll be coming back
I'm tired of looking at
You in a photograph
And I mean it
I'll be flying past
The fields and all the jacks
′Cause all you ever asked
Was to be there, but I couldn′t be there

I hid my shame beneath the work I did
Too proud to know my wrongs from right
Like the oil that stains my weathered hands
It came bursting toward the light

I was wrong for leaving
What a foolish thing to do

So I'll be coming back
I′m tired of looking at
You in a photograph
And I mean it
I'll be flying past
The fields and all the jacks
′Cause all you ever asked
Was to be there


So I'll be coming back
I′m tired of looking at
You in a photograph
And I mean it