Lyrics:
the USA marines
1918, USA intervene
Until now they were mainly observing
There in the wheat fields and a small piece of land
It's a battle that will
grown from a seed in the heart of the heartland| raised on mama's prayers and my daddy back hand||rocked in the cradle by a swaying wheat
lonesome, but I'm free
I see storm cloud, across the plains
With the window down, I can smell the rain
And those wheat fields, wavin' in the sun
Sing back
on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines
The junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
of
What the world needs now is love, sweet love,
No, not just for some but for everyone.
Lord, we don't need another meadow
There are cornfields and wheat
Night drives fly by
Black cross white lines
Wheat fields in the passing distance
We light dark tunnels with our eyes
Where the cities drift right
got to Wilson Farm
We were kings and queens, the world was ours
Running wild through the wheat fields
Thinking this is how free feels
Laughing as we
of life
Here in wonderland
In wonderland
Arms of wheat
Fields of stars
All is dust here in wonderland
Wagon wheels
Oxen yokes
All is wired here in
shines on it
Like waves when the wind is blowing
Got no reason to be here
'Cause there's nothing to see here
But that old wheat field
Is where you
the USA marines
1918, USA intervene
Until now they were mainly observing
There in the wheat fields and a small piece of land
It's a battle that will
You take me to a good time
Every truck's got four wheels
Every farm's got a wheat field
Every county's got a dirt road humming
By the riverbank
It's a town just outside of nowhere
With a general store and one lamp pole
We got wheat fields saw mills and coal mines
Down home country folks
outta here
Fly me around this world
Rocket girl"
She said "have you ever been to Alberta?
Wheat fields as far as you could see
Have you ever seen
Black crows flying in your wheat field
Babies cryin', all you got's a paper shield
It don't make much sense to you
Who said it had to?
Most
on my mind
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her
shines down so softly
And the golden wheat fields wavin'
Oh I'll take you to that haven
Come on let's go, baby, go
And we'll all go together
Where
and
The wheat burned like gold in the fields
The fallen fall like leaves from the trees
You can talk as you please, but no one talks of peace
Whisky and bread,
At Jupiter's glow and temple off Park
Where we tuck our jeans into our socks and
Move through the pastel pink fields of wheat
Move through the pastel pink
to be
I'm supposed to be, be here planting my bare feet
And walking in fields of wheat
I'm supposed to be, I'm supposed to be
Here taking it slow, in
I wanna run around in a field of wheat and
Sit down on a rock, pretend that I'm a gnome
I guess it depends on what time I get home
I never thought
Rise up
From the ashes
Drive them back
From the blue skies
And fields of wheat
Slava!
Ukraine glory to you!
Ukraina slava za teb!
Ukraina ære til
I want my Tradwife Christian Girlfriend
With a sundress
In a field of wheat
She'll have my kids
Old country home
I pray to God
Every day and night
Fields of wheat. Falling ash ripples down.
Turn your head, meet red eyes, steel breath. OK.
Falling ash ripples down on red eyes.
Turn your head,
chest,
When I come confess,
How a field of wheat could've made us lovers,
The moon would say,
Making a move that you can't take,
They can assume that
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