(Acoustic
guitar
strumming
slowly,
building
into
a
rhythmic
beat) (
Steel
guitar
sighs
in
the
background)
The
sun
comes
up
over
the
rig
and
the
iron
starts
to
hum
I’
m
miles
away
from
everything,
waiting
on
the
dawn
to
come
Got
grease
upon
my
knuckles
and
the
dust
upon
my
boots
Just
a
man
out
in
the
jungle
trying
to
sow
these
heavy
roots
They
ask
me ‘
bout
the
paycheck,
they
ask
me ‘
bout
the
gold
But
they
don’
t
see
the
stories
that
the
quiet
shadows
hold
I
don’
t
talk
about
the
money,
no,
I
keep
that
to
myself
My
wealth
is
in
a
picture
sitting
up
there
on
a
shelf.
And
I’
m
drilling
through
the
distance,
counting
down
the
days
Searching
for
the
sunlight
through
this
lonely,
heavy
haze
I
miss
the
gentle
whispers,
I
miss
the
running
feet
Of
my
babies
in
the
kitchen,
making
life
feel
so
complete
Yeah,
I’
m
a
driller
on
a
mission,
but
my
heart
is
heading
home
No
matter
where
I’
m
working,
no
matter
where
I
roam.
I
hear
the
diesel
engines
and
the
clatter
of
the
drill
But
inside
my
head,
I’
m
sitting
on
that
porch
up
on
the
hill
I
hear
my
daughter
laughing,
I
hear
my
son
at
play
Those
memories
keep
me
steady
at
the
closing
of
the
day
It’
s
a
lonesome
kind
of
living,
beneath
a
foreign
sky
With
a
thousand
miles
of
silence
and
a
prayer
to
keep
me
by
I’
m
building
up
a
future,
stone
by
heavy
stone
Just
to
make
sure
that
my
children
never
have
to
feel
alone.
And
I’
m
drilling
through
the
distance,
counting
down
the
days
Searching
for
the
sunlight
through
this
lonely,
heavy
haze
I
miss
the
gentle
whispers,
I
miss
the
running
feet
Of
my
babies
in
the
kitchen,
making
life
feel
so
complete
Yeah,
I’
m
a
driller
on
a
mission,
but
my
heart
is
heading
home
No
matter
where
I’
m
working,
no
matter
where
I
roam.
Oh,
the
jungle
tries
to
break
you,
the
heat
begins
to
rise
But
I
close
my
eyes
and
see
the
love
light
in
their
eyes
It’
s
the
anchor
in
the
ocean,
it’
s
the
compass
in
the
dark
It
keeps
the
spirit
burning,
it
keeps
alive
the
spark. (
Soaring
fiddle
and
steel
guitar
melody,
bright
and
hopeful)
So
tomorrow
when
I
wake
up
and
I
grab
that
heavy
steel
I’
ll
remember
who
I’
m
doing
it
for,
the
only
thing
that’
s
real
I’
ll
trade
these
miles
for
a
hug,
I’
ll
trade
the
noise
for
home
Until
I
reach
the
driveway,
no
more
will
I
have
to
roam
I’
m
a
father,
I’
m
a
driller,
I’
m
a
man
upon
a
quest
To
give
them
all
I’
ve
got,
and
then
finally
get
some
rest.
And
I’
m
drilling
through
the
distance,
counting
down
the
days
Searching
for
the
sunlight
through
this
lonely,
heavy
haze
I
miss
the
gentle
whispers,
I
miss
the
running
feet
Of
my
babies
in
the
kitchen,
making
life
feel
so
complete
Yeah,
I’
m
a
driller
on
a
mission,
but
my
heart
is
heading
home
No
matter
where
I’
m
working,
no
matter
where
I
roam.
Yeah,
I’
m
coming
home
to
you…
Just
a
few
more
miles
to
go…
I’
m
a
father,
I’
m
a
driller…
Coming
home… (
Fades
out
with
warm
acoustic
guitar
and
a
final
steel
guitar
slide)