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"Pipeline Man"
"Pipeline Man"
My father was a pipeline man
who travelled with the crew;
digging ditches, fitting pipe.
every day was new.

He welded seams with expertise
as X-rays sure would tell;
Rugged and hard working man.
supplied his family well.

He had the praise of all the men
who worked along his side.
To hear them brag about my dad
filled my heart with pride.

His hands were rough and calloused,
and face was weather-swept
Yet he told us bedtime stories
just before we slept.

A Colorado cowboy type
and maverick kind of guy
with a heart as big as Texas
and the great Montana sky.

With Silverado welding rig
he travelled in such style
Layin' skid and stringer beads,
mile after mile.

So next time you go to fill your tank
or put petrol in a can
Remember who you have to thank
is really my "old man"!


Steve Hodgin Copyright 1998
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