Saddle Storms - Diesel Dreams and Broken Roads

Diesel Dreams and Broken Roads | Saddle Storms | Whiskey After Dark Album

The oilfield doesn't care about your excuses. Neither does he. Diesel Dreams is a working man's testimony straight from the patch — rigs spinning steel, flare stacks lighting the night, and one driver burning his hours watching amateurs stack up on the lease roads like they've never seen a trailer in their life. Water haulers. Sand haulers. Cowboys in name only.

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Out here respect is currency. And some people show up already broke. Written for every oilfield hand who's lost a day — and a paycheck — to somebody who had no business taking that gate. This one's loud, it's honest, and it smells like diesel and sunrise. The oilfield doesn't care about your feelings and neither does this song. When you're burning daylight behind water haulers who can't back a trailer straight and amateurs clogging up the lease roads, sometimes the only thing left to do is put it in a song. Consider this one a steel-toed boot to the chest of every rookie who ever cost a real driver his day. - Original by Saddle Storms.

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Verse 1 Out here in the patch, the rigs keep spinnin’ steel, I’ve been runnin’ iron all my life, it’s the only thing that’s real. But these water haulers blockin’ roads, they’ve got no sense of pride, Stacked up like dominoes while I’m burnin’ my drive time. Chorus Diesel dreams and broken roads, this life’s a workin’ man’s load, Puttin’ in the hours while their wheels barely roll. If you can’t back a trailer straight, don’t even take that gate, ‘Cause out here, we don’t have time for amateur mistakes. Verse 2 Sand haulers think they’re cowboys, ridin’ high and wide, But I’ve seen better drivin’ from a bull on a carnival ride. They’re cloggin’ up the frac sites, can’t keep their trailers straight, And every time they blow a tire, I lose another day. Chorus Diesel dreams and broken roads, this life’s a workin’ man’s load, Puttin’ in the hours while their wheels barely roll. If you can’t shift that eighteen-speed or handle mud and sleet, You’re better off stayin’ home than cloggin’ up my street. Bridge The derricks rise like giants, the flare stack lights the night, I’m here to make my pay and go, not babysit your fight. The oilfield takes its toll, it’s sweat and blood and grit, But there ain’t no room for drivers who just can’t handle it. Chorus Diesel dreams and broken roads, this life’s a workin’ man’s load, Puttin’ in the hours while their wheels barely roll. If you can’t back a trailer straight, don’t even take that gate, Out here, respect’s the currency, and you’ve already paid late. Outro So I’ll gear down, keep my head low, watch the sunrise bleed, While amateurs pile up the lease roads, I’ll keep fightin’ to succeed.

Written by Saddle Storms: https://SaddleStorms.com

About Saddle Storms: Wyoming-born outlaw country, western storytelling, rodeo soul, heartbreak ballads, and Code of the West honesty from six generations of ranch life.

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