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Toby Keith – Pump Jack

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Introduction

Toby Keith’s “Pump Jack” is a high-octane track that resonates with anyone who’s ever felt the pulse of the oil fields or the grind of hard work. It’s a song that doesn’t just play; it pumps through your veins with its driving beat and gritty lyrics. Keith, known for his ability to capture the essence of the American working class, delivers yet another anthem that speaks to the heart of blue-collar life.

The track is set against the backdrop of the oil industry, a world Keith is familiar with. Growing up in Oklahoma, he was no stranger to the sight of pump jacks dotting the landscape. This familiarity shines through in the authenticity of his lyrics and the raw energy of the music. “Pump Jack” isn’t just a song; it’s a tribute to the relentless spirit of those who work the rigs, day in and day out.

From the first strum of the guitar, you’re pulled into the rugged rhythm that mirrors the repetitive yet powerful motion of a pump jack. The percussion hits like a hammer on steel, driving the song forward with an unyielding force. Keith’s vocals are as robust as ever, carrying a blend of pride and grit that perfectly encapsulates the life of an oil worker.

What makes “Pump Jack” truly special is its ability to convey a sense of camaraderie and shared struggle. It’s a celebration of the unsung heroes who keep the wheels of industry turning. The chorus, with its catchy hook, invites you to sing along, making you feel like part of the crew, even if you’ve never set foot on an oil field.

This song isn’t just for those who know the industry. Its universal themes of hard work, perseverance, and the quest for success resonate with anyone who’s ever put in a hard day’s work. It’s a reminder that behind every flicker of light and every drop of fuel, there are countless hours of labor and a lot of heart.

In “Pump Jack,” Toby Keith does what he does best: he tells a story. It’s a story of sweat and toil, but also of pride and resilience. It’s about the backbone of America, the workers who keep the country running. And as you listen, you can almost feel the heat of the sun on your back and the weight of the work on your shoulders, but also the satisfaction of a job well done.

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Lyrics

I see you standin’ in the sun like an iron dinosaur
Got your tired head restin’ on a west Texas floor
We were really something son back in our time
Yeah we broke a lot of hearts and we made a lot of dimes
Pump jack pump jack, pump a little more
‘Cause daddy’s cut it thin at the general store
Gentleman’s dime don’t float that long
Hey, pump jack pump before my good name’s gone
You know I lost my baby to a wildcat dream
I was fueled by the crude and the gasoline
It’s hard to settle down with a roustabout
That oil burns hot till the oil burns out
Pump jack pump jack, pump a little more
‘Cause daddy’s cut it thin at the general store
Gentleman’s dime don’t float that long
Hey, pump jack pump before my good name’s gone
Standin’ in the panhandle
Cussin’ this well
Wishing like the devil
Praying like hell
At the end of this string is a pot of black gold
Sittin’ in the bottom of another giant hole
Pump jack pump jack, pump a little more
‘Cause daddy’s cut it thin at the general store
Gentleman’s dime don’t float that long
Hey, pump jack pump before my good name’s gone
Yeah pump jack pump before my good name’s gone
Pump jack pump jack
Pump a little more
Pump jack pump jack
Pump a little more
Yeah pump jack pump jack
Pump a little more
Pump jack pump jack
Pump a little more

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