Oil Plant Blues

[Verse] Out in the fields where the pipelines grow, Rust and metal, they surely show, With a wrench in hand and steel-toe boots, Facing hazards we cannot refute. [Verse 2] Turnarounds come and the pressure's tight, Every man and machine has to be right, From vac trucks humming to confined space checks, Safety matters when it’s life on the decks. [Chorus] We mend those pipes and lock ‘em down, From the dusty fields to the edge of town, It's hard work, but we make it through, With oil-stained hands, we salute to you. [Verse 3] Corrosion may creep, but we fight that war, Inspections in piping, from ceiling to floor, Tank repairs and hazard views, You've got my back, and I’ve got you. [Bridge] Found work ain't easy, but we make it fun, With a joke or two, till the job's all done, Fishin’ tales in the breakroom there, Always bring a bit of joy to the work we share. [Chorus] We mend those pipes and lock ‘em down, From the dusty fields to the edge of town, It's hard work, but we make it through, With oil-stained hands, we salute to you.