Sugarland

Springsteen Bruce

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 SKY