[Verse 1] The sun pops up over the Peach Tree line I’m checking the rig and I’m feeling fine Got a pumpjack dancing in a dusty field Praying to the dirt for a heavy yield But when the sun goes down and the boots come off I swap the crude for a pop filter cough In a Hill Country basement, the light turns red Got a thousand listeners inside my head. [Chorus] Oh, we’re drilling for the black gold, talking through the wire From the Luckenbach road to the digital fire Mixing West Texas tea with a podcast stream Living out a Fredericksburg fever dream Yeah, the bit is turning and the mic is hot In the land of the vines, we give it all we’ve got! [Verse 2] I got a guest on the line from a Main Street bar We’re talking barrel prices and the morning star The Wi-Fi’s shaky but the spirit is strong Between a barrel of oil and a country song One hand on the valve, one hand on the gain Waiting for the money or a little bit of rain From the Permian basin to the Spotify charts We’re pumping out soul from these German-Texan hearts. [Chorus] Oh, we’re drilling for the black gold, talking through the wire From the Luckenbach road to the digital fire Mixing West Texas tea with a podcast stream Living out a Fredericksburg fever dream Yeah, the bit is turning and the mic is hot In the land of the vines, we give it all we’ve got! [Outro] (Guitar solo with a classic rock flair) Keep the oil flowing... Keep the audio growing... Signing off from the 290... (Fade out with the sound of a mechanical pumpjack and a final "Thanks for listening.")
