Ain't Found Nothin' on Oak Island

Ain’t Found Nothin’ on Oak Island” (George Strait Style)
(Inspired by The Curse of Oak Island and Spaceballs’ “We ain’t found shit” scene)

[Verse 1]
Out on Oak Island, where the cold winds moan,
Two brothers diggin’ for a treasure unknown.
With picks and shovels, and a map worn thin,
Chasin’ old legends where the secrets begin.
But them Spaceball boys, with combs in their hair,
Pickin’ through the mud, hollerin’ out in despair.
[Chorus]
Oh, the curse of Oak Island’s got us spinnin’ our wheels,
Through the swamp and the dirt, nothin’ real’s been revealed.
With a heart full of grit and a pick in our fist,
We’re diggin’ all day, but man, we ain’t found shit.
From the Money Pit to the stars in the sky,
We’re searchin’ for gold, but the ground’s runnin’ dry.
[Verse 2]
They found some wood and a nail rusted red,
Hints of old pirates swimmin’ ‘round in their head.
The tides keep risin’, and the years roll on,
But every new hole says the treasure’s long gone.
Those comb-totin’ fellas, they’re cussin’ their luck,
Siftin’ through nothin’ but a pile of old muck.
[Chorus]
Oh, the curse of Oak Island’s got us spinnin’ our wheels,
Through the swamp and the dirt, nothin’ real’s been revealed.
With a heart full of grit and a pick in our fist,
We’re diggin’ all day, but man, we ain’t found shit.
From the Money Pit to the stars in the sky,
We’re searchin’ for gold, but the ground’s runnin’ dry.
[Bridge]
Some say it’s Templars, some say it’s a hoax,
But we’re stuck in the mud with these Spaceballin’ jokes.
With their picks and their combs, they’re combin’ the land,
But all they keep findin’ is more empty sand.
[Verse 3]
The sun’s settin’ low, paints the island in gray,
Another long day, and they’re fadin’ away.
But they’ll be back tomorrow, with hope in their chest,
Dreamin’ of riches in that cursed ol’ quest.
Still, them boys with the combs, they just shake their head,
“Man, we ain’t found shit,” is all that they said.
[Chorus]
Oh, the curse of Oak Island’s got us spinnin’ our wheels,
Through the swamp and the dirt, nothin’ real’s been revealed.
With a heart full of grit and a pick in our fist,
We’re diggin’ all day, but man, we ain’t found shit.
From the Money Pit to the stars in the sky,
We’re searchin’ for gold, but the ground’s runnin’ dry.
[Outro]
So here’s to the dreamers on that Nova Scotia shore,
With their combs and their picks, they’ll keep searchin’ for more.
Through the curse and the years, they won’t call it quits,
Even when they holler, “Man, we ain’t found shit.”

Oh, the curse of Oak Island, it’s a hard, lonesome fight…
But we ain’t found shit by the end of the night…