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How is our glorious country plowed?
Not by iron plows
How is our glorious country plowed?
Not by iron plows
Our lands is plows by tanks and feet,
mans colour

The cotton was high and the corn was growing fine
But that was another place and another time
The cotton was high and the corn was
sister we'd hide out in the tall corn fields
Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill

Tonight down here in Linden Town
I watch the cars rushing by
Christmas to me is wherever she might be
Singing carols with the choir, hanging stocking by the fire
Making Christmas bows, hanging mistletoe
sister we'd hide out in the tall corn fields
Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill

Tonight down here in Linden Town
I watch the cars rushing by
By tears from heaven 
And darling I can't help 
Thinking those tears are yours 

Our wild love came from above 
And wilder still 
Is the wind
sister we'd hide out in the tall corn fields
Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill

Tonight down here in Linden Town
I watch the cars rushing by
"We'd like to sing a children's song for you now, that's unique. 
It's the only children's song that we've ever encountered 
That contains all
When they come from the over the mountain
Yeah we'll run we'll run right around them
We've got no guns no we don't have any weapons
Just our corn
I was raised on corn bread and gravy
And I slept in a cardboard box till I was nearly three
I bathed myself in muddy river runnin' by our shack
By
there's a crow in the corn
Wild flowers on a cross by the road
And somewhere a baby is crying for her mom
As the hills turn from green back to gold

And why
had a sugar rump,
Sugar by the pound
Great big bowl to stir it in
Pretty gal to hand it around

Don't get weary, don't get weary children
Don't
Children yet to be born
Don't you mourn me now
'Cause the crows are in the corn
Lay it down, lay it down
Old man's on his porch
His house
hanging in the sky
I saw a big black cloud hanging in the sky
And I ask my papa when will it roll by

Oh we're standing on the edge of the world (Ooh)
Some say they done cut whisky out, but you can have a little wine
Most everybody gets on a drunk by drinkin' this ol' moonshine
Now, God don't like
Well I was raised on corn bread and gravy
I slept in a cardboard box till I was nearly three
I bathed myself in muddy river runnin' by our shack
By
Sniff a line/ Conquering Lion/ 225th in line/ If we say
We're "Pro-War"/ Only in the fight for peace/ Man, that
Means no war/ Think the price of life is
Some say they done cut whisky out, but you can have a little wine
Most everybody gets on a drunk by drinkin' this ol' moonshine
Now, God don't like
And the spaces won't be spaces anymore

Two more farms were broken by the drought
First the Wagners now the Fullers pulling out
Developers paid better than
(Dolly Parton)

Pretty as an angel from the day that she was born 
Skin as fair as Lily's hair, as golden as the corn 
They knew that she was special
these remains I've left to rot will be resurrected again and again 
by the next generation of children who want to change minds 
with the stain on hand.
Get off my block
Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls
Get off my block
Let’s run these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block

Now who
Get off my block
Yo who these unfamiliar corn balls
Get off my block
Let’s run these niggas off my street corner
Get off my block

Now who
In nodding heads of rape
No mark on your spotless conscience

No blemish on your immaculate body
Untouched by sight or sound of misery
Close
choke" if your ho cum
That was told to me by Curt Bone
And that's fact, shout out Wayne and Corn too
I ain't slang in the 80's but I feel the pain y'all