Happy Madden

Twelve-to-twelve and six-to-six, That's the rhythm offshore writes. Morning comes with tired eyes, Nights roll on beneath floodlights. Coffee-fueled decisions spill Across the deck before the dawn, ’Cause on the Noble Tom Madden, Your will keeps you moving on. We miss the ones we love the most, Birthdays, Christmas, 4th of July, But we lace our boots and take our post ’Cause this is how we stay alive. We're the heartbeat of the Madden, Iron Prison where our dreams stay travelin’. From maintenance hands to the roughneck battlin’, We keep the heart of the fleet from unravelin’. Though the waves roll hard and the winds keep drivin’, We stand as one — that's how we're survivin’. Every role, every name, every soul… keeps the Madden standin’. Troubleshootin’ 600 volts, Tiny wires, they all have jolts, Circuits humming, sparks of hope Mechanics twisting off them gosh dang bolts. On the rig floor roughnecks work, Pulling wrenches to the left, Turning drill pipe to the right, Dopin' threads to keep her set. Count the strokes and stands, Push for TD through the night, Tracking the weights and sands, They keep hold the wellbore tight. Watchin’ charts, reading graphs Keeping the well under wraps, Derrick man fill the voids, Chasing every pressure this ain’t no toy. Knucklebooms swing across the deck, Gantry cranes race across the sky, Critical lifts that’s how they flex Trustin’ crane ops with each and every try. Material man counts bolts and parts, Issuin’ gear and trackin’ tags, Sometimes losin’ half his mind In mislabeled, scattered bags. We're the heartbeat of the Madden, Iron Prison where our spirits stay battlin’. From the OIM to the painter’s satin, From section leader to our cooks — every role keeps her standin’. We’re the hands that hold the storm at bay, We're the reason she lives another day. All of us together — the heart of the fleet we’re manning. OIM holds steady ground, DSL keeps the drill team sound, TSL guides the techs with pride, TS stays watchin’ every side. DPO and his mate keep her still, Against the ocean’s force and will. Deck foreman keeps the deck in line, Welder well beaded every time. Maintenance crew in the guts of the beast, Subsea engineers keeps our mind at ease. Crane crew sworn to steel and chain, Servers and cooks calm hunger’s pain. Painters, cleaners, servers too, 3C Coach with stories we pray aren’t true. HSE watching every step, Keeping promises we’ve always kept. And through it all, beneath the din… We’re just a group of misfits tryin’ to win. We’re the heartbeat of the Madden, Iron Prison where our courage keeps gatherin’. We lift each other when the long days sadden, ’Cause we’re brothers out here — and that’s what matters. One day soon, we’ll see home’s lights, Hold our kids and kiss our wives. But until then, side by side… We keep the heart of the fleet alive — the Noble Tom Madden. Here’s to the hands that work unseen… Here’s to the crew that holds the dream… On the Noble Tom Madden… The heart of the fleet.