Lyrics:
I don't know why I cannot feel, none
I'm really trapping in the field, yeah
They trynna keep me in the field, yeah
They trynna kill me in the field
Take me to the middle field
I just wanna dance oh yeah yeah
The girl said she love my beats
She just wanna move her waist yeah
Girl let me see you
Alright Rodney, this could be the one
All I've got to sing is Field & Stream
All you got to do and we'll get on the cover
Tell em who we are
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold
Will you
There's a little place that we loved to go
A big, green field down in Oneco
You take the 14 A to the 49
Saturday night and feeling so fine
Way down
I'm runnin', I'm runnin' like I'm On the field My time is so Precious, I'm dustin' and shinin
I'm runnin', I'm runnin' like I'm On the field They
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Along the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
So
Field of diamonds in the sky, worlds are whirling right on by
Are you wondering who am I? Fields of diamonds in the sky
Am I just a star in some
the fields of the brave
The fields of the brave
Where a Chevrolet rusts
By a closed shopping mall
Can you see through the dust
Where the brave ones
And a child's face aglow before the scythe
Join the harvest of hundred fields
Hearty and tame
All going back to one single grain
Offer light to the coming day
red, broken and bled
By the flames that rule her fields of fire
Baby's in blue, broken in two
May the rains run through her fields of fire
Her fields
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to
Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Living is
When I was a little bitty baby,
My momma would rock me in a cradle,
In them o-o-old cotton fields back home.
Well it was down in Louisiana,
Just
I'm in a good place sat in a field
I'm in a good place sat in a field
And the field is on a planet
And the planet's spinning 'round
And the field is
Who is the girl wearin' nothin' but a smile and a towel
In the picture on the billboard in a field near the big old highway
Rollin' down
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama done rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was back in Louisiana
Just about a mile
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama done rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was back in louisiana
Just about a mile
Runnin' from the boys in blue, geen Chelsea
Topcondition, ik ren, ben healthy
Who's better than man? You tell me
Ik run the field, net Thomas
wear no slippers outside, nigga (yeah, nigga, uh-huh)
Street nigga (what he say?), yes
Really in the field, huh? (Smoov, what's good, baby? Thank you,
From the top of the hill
You can see all the lights of the Diamond Field
The treasure buried in plain sight
Where one mans loss is another mans
Like young irish men in english bars
the song of home betrays us
call mother a lonely field
call mother a lonely field
like truthful glances we
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama done rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was back in Louisiana
Just about a mile
Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see
Marching to the fields of Concord?
It looks like Handsome Johnny with a musket in his hand,
Chorus:
Out in the fields of my love;
Out in the fields of my love;
Out in the fields of my love.
Well met and thank you
I'm glad you taught me so well
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