Letras
New hand on the rig, first hitch in the patch,
Still got shine on his boots, brand-new hardhat to match.
We said, "Boy, you better call home quick,
'Cause Jody's on your porch, puttin' moves on your chick."
He said, "Who the hell is Jody? Where's that man at?"
We just smiled, leaned back, and laughed.
Son, don't worry, you'll find out who he is soon,
Better hope Jody ain't with your girl in your bedroom.
His face turned red like diesel flame,
Pacin' back and forth, cursin' Jody's name.
He said, "Boys, I swear I'll hunt him down!"
We near fell over laughin', rollin' on the ground.
He said, "Who the hell is Jody? Where's that man at?"
We just smiled, leaned back, and laughed.
Son, don't worry, you'll find out who he is soon,
Better hope Jody ain't with your girl in your bedroom.
That's the way of the patch, when the work gets long,
We joke hard, laugh loud, and we sing this song.
Ain't no harm meant, just an oilfield joke,
But the new hand swore Jody's neck he'd choke!
He said, "Who the hell is Jody? Where's that man at?"
We just smiled, leaned back, and laughed.
It's the oilfield way, we'll always tease,
Jody's just a ghost blowin' through the grease.
"Hell son... Jody ain't real.
But he'll sure get under your skin if you let him."