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Well, the people came here from parts unknown |
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Sleepin' in their cars 'cause they didn't have homes |
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They thought this place was the promised land |
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If you could roughneck, we could use a good man |
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Come on, boy, let me show you around |
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You could make a lot of money here, livin' in a boomtown |
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Well, some build bars and big hotels |
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Downshift drive and the people live well |
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High on the hog and wild on the range |
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Pocket full of cash instead of chump change |
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This place kicks when the sun goes down |
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Ain't life great when you're livin' in a boomtown |
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You see oil was the blood that flowed through the soul |
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Keep a man workin' when it's forty below |
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Relent to the |
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Devil in the cold, cold ground |
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Trying to make a dollar here |
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Six short years the oil fields went |
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Rigs came down and the money got spent |
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And the wise men saved for a rainy day |
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The fools packed up and they moved away |
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The hotels closed and the bars shut down |
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And it got real quite here, livin' in a boomtown |
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See oil was the blood that flowed through the soul |
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Keep a man workin' when it's forty below |
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Relent to the |
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Devil in the cold, cold ground |
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Trying to make a dollar here, livin' in a boomtown |
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Now, the cafe's filled with people tellin' lies |
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Trying to figure out how the town went dry |
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You can buy a house, a dime on the dollar |
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Need a good home just give me a holler |
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I can move you in with no money down |
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Still tryin' to make a dollar here, livin' in a boomtown |
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Livin' in a boomtown, livin' in a boomtown |
