There's a tractor in a pasture Out past the blacktop roads You can't get there faster Than an Appaloosa goes And if my horse can't take me there That's where my mind will roam To my Old Man's field of dreams
All he ever wanted Was a simple life out west Somewhere that the bankers Hadn't bought and fenced in yet Met a cowgirl up in Cody He asked and she said yes In my Old Man's field of dreams
He worked hard until the sun went down Played fiddle all night long Said boys go chop some cottonwood 'Cause winters coming on Hope for snow up on the mountain Pray rain in the spring For my Old Man's field of dreams
There ain't no getting rich Baling alfalfa hay But that bar band, beer joint money Well it kept the wolves away Hell money never was the kinda green He loved anyway It was my Old Man's field of dreams
He worked hard until the sun went down Played fiddle all night long Said boys go chop some cottonwood 'Cause winters coming on Hope for snow up on the mountain Pray rain in the spring For my Old Man's field of dreams
There's a tractor in a pasture Out past the blacktop roads You can't get there faster Than an Appaloosa goes And just like we did him Someday I hope they lay me low In my Old Man's field of dreams In my Old Man's field of dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
