The grains in the field covered with tarp can't get a price to see my way clear I'm sitting down at the sugarland bar you might as well bury my body right here
Tractors and combines out in the cold sheds piled high with the wheat we ain't sold silos filled with last year's crop if something don't break man we're all gonna drop
Well my wifes got another coming in July she's just laid up in bed all she does is cry, cry, cry tommy, oh tommy I'm so alone tommy, oh tommy oh! won't you stay home
Pa' don't say nothing except when it rains he sits by the window listening to the sound of passing trains roaring out of the night carrying an empty load we got a whole lot of grain that ain't got nowhere to go
Well, if them prices don't get no higher I'll fill this duster with gas and set these fields on fire sit up on a ridge where the bluebirds fly and watch the flame rise up against this sugarland skyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
