Rig Welder

I can eat for two men

And drink for three

I'm a black belt drunk

In the third degree

Cowboy pass two or three cars at a time

Yeah well I hit the lease road

With my helper

First sign of rain

We run for shelter

They call my kind

Rig welder

I'm starched up and I'm ready to test

Drag this job we're onto the next

Because I make all my money with my golden arm

I was born

Rig Welder

My old lady

She'll cut your hair

She sales makeup

While the kids are there

And by makeup

I mean crystal meth

Back home she's a six

But here she's a ten

She gets a lot of looks from a lot of the men

I ain't so sure that them are both my kids

But I got their names tattooed on my neck

Drag this job we're onto the next

And I make all my money with my golden arm

I was born

Rig Welder

I'm starched up and I'm ready to test

Drag this job we're onto the next

Because I make all my money with my golden arm

I was born

Rig Welder

Because I make all my money with my golden arm

I was born

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