Lyrics

We're fishing for oil off Newfoundland soil
And the money's fit for a king
We work like hell on this floating well
We wanna get home this spring
Fishing for oil
Fishing for oil
Fishing for oil

My mother still waits at the old white gate
For my ship to sail on in
The company wants more we're on the Eastern Shore
And dreading the razor wind
Fishing for oil
Fishing for oil
Fishing for oil

The waves are as high as mountains tips
The storm is too rough for rescue ships
If I had a wish, I wish I could fish
And kiss this job goodbye.

The foreman is freaked he's down on his knees
While our death is waiting on hold
When our lights go out the devil will shout
I'll see you boys down below
Fishing for oil
Fishing for oil
Fishing for oil

When our lights go out the devil will shout
I'll see you boys down below
Fishing for oil
Fishing for oil
Fishing for oil
I'll see you boys down below