North Dakota Rag

Fresh oil, loose rock, miles and miles of blacktop
North Dakota never be the same again
Riggers come to town from miles and miles around
North Dakota never be the same again

Tiny roads all turning into highways
The wind always blowing and it’s never going my way
Heavy traffic running from the moment that the sun comes up
‘Til he hides his yellow face in shame
North Dakota never be the same

Uneven road will shake this heavy load
Seed potatoes scattered all across the throughway
Hate to see that prairie grass get eaten up so fast
Oil derricks usher in a new day

Tiny roads all turning into highways
The wind always blowing
And it’s never going my way
Heavy traffic running from the moment that the sun comes up
‘Til he hides his yellow face in shame
North Dakota never be the same

From Williston to Minot is where you’re going to find it
Black gold all around, black gold bleeding from the ground
And in Ray, Ross, and Stanley, you best be feeling manly
‘Cause that oil rigging crowd runs hard sun-up to sun-down

Tiny roads all turning into highways
The wind always blowing
And it’s never going my way
Heavy traffic running from the moment that the sun comes up
‘Til he hides his yellow face in shame
North Dakota never be the same

Fresh oil, loose rock, miles and miles of blacktop
North Dakota never be the same again

© 2014 Gregory J. Yoder