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in, the brakes a roaring humming
The wind across the wheat field blows a whisper
 
The kids are all waiting, for the weekend to come around
A wife is

me floating to Sue Saint Marie
Took the flat road through the wheat field prairies
Followed the big star in the sky
My head feels heavy and I got miles

Never nice to meet ya
Get your piece of the pie then you reach for mine
I've gotta get going
Leave me alone
Because a rose is a weed in a wheat field

the wheat field 
My bleeding heart builds the wright construction of the unsealed 

Big bang for the finisher, bad words for the disher 
Only take a minute

the wheat field 
My bleeding heart builds the wright construction of the unsealed 

Big bang for the finisher, bad words for the disher 
Only take a minute

Crescent, hear the bells ring again
But fields of wheat is lookin' thin

And the train conductor says
"Take a break, Driver 8, Driver 8, take a break

fields of gold wheat
And i'm lying on my back
And i'm falling asleep
Mm hmm hmm hmm

And each lash in her eye in really white roots
And each line in her

got some bait on it
Yea I do it all for the NAME
Runnin' round wit that SIX ONE TREE nothin' has been the same
Laborin' in HIS Wheat Field 
The real

the heartache still lasts
Every day I wish that you never left
Sitting on this porch staring across these wheat filled fields
Dreaming that that car turned around

Every Week's Got A Friday

High Valley

Dear Life

2016

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

I’m going home to Saddlestring
Where the mountains soar and the wheat fields sing
Everyone’s welcome
Last stop before heaven

It’s a one-horse town

On a walk through darkened fields of loss
On a walk through golden fields of wheat
We approached our inner core
Of consciousness and felt
We are the folk

Feeling trapped in steel and concrete
Let’s go where we feel free
Let’s lay down in a field
Let’s walk around in the fields of wheat
A flower on your

stars
In the darkness sky only sparks
Cause the sacred blood is flowing and never dies
The sacred pouring and also running
Fields of wheat fertilized
Like

like Jimi Hendrix
In the afterlife, gladiators meet their maker
Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water
To the next life from

I come from a land of wide open prairie
Blue skies and wheat fields of gold
They call 'em the flatlands, but to me it's the heartland
The best

Theres a house that’s widely known
to everybody from my town
it’s in the middle of a wheat field
it’s rotten and rundown
and there’s still people

Beautiful are the stars in the midnight sky
Beautiful are field of wheat and rye
Beautiful is the fall and the colors that it brings
Beautiful are

the silver sun is shining low

Yet still they haunt and still they reel
To little songs on a bowery beat

The bag is full of rocks and wheat
Still they stare

an endless field of wheat
Here's the northern lights, and here's one that says "Regina is for lovers"
I knew you'd get a kick out of that

feels so right.

Church bells on Sunday, a peaceful refrain,
Through sun and the storm, through joy and through pain.
In endless fields of wheat, where

to shine when they feel left out

Sitting in an open field of wheat
The snow around here feels soft and sweet
You are the drug I can get so cheap,
No doubt

the workers pain 
I may never go away 

But my home is waiting 
My home is calling 
My home is ancient 
Fields of wheat 
For the harvest 

The harvest is plenty

I grew up in a small town
Wheat fields for a downtown kind of place
There was really not much around
You blink and you miss it

I never knew