Lyrics:
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
found his suicide inside of a grain elevator
Got over it, I had no other office or options
Thought about whether or not mom and pop was watching
Never
The field is my home where I work mighty hard
I stand in the shade of Heaven's reward
I'm happy and free 'cause
I've got a, a woman's love
She
Copper comes from Arizona
Peaches come from Georgia
And lobsters come from Maine
The wheat fields
Are the sweet fields of Nebraska
And Kansas
And the oil fields fed our family
'Neath the amber waves of grain
God, He was our savior
Though his name was spoke in vain
My dad would leave
there's a frost on the field
a tax on the yield
and a hand in your pocket
with the days gone dark
a loss in your heart
and a pit in your stomach
(I feel so trill)
Might pop me a pill, bitch, I'm workin' wood wheel
House on the hill
(House on the hill)
Marijuana fields
(Marijuana fields
And as the flock of crows descend upon the fields that bide us well
That provided us with the grain of knowledge to lay the seed of truth to grow
I will walk into the meadow
Feel the grain against my hands
Listen to the whispering willow
Stay there as long as I can
Far above me clouds are
the land
And the trusted souls
That tilled the earth for years
Swore that they never lacked for grain
But for months and months on end
The fields lay dry
Not
the field like Tom Brady
And fuck my ex shout out my next I hope that bitch don't try to play me
I been fucked up in the head they damn near drove a nigga
the wall
I couldn't fall
I got nothing to lose
Push against the grain
To get the change
I got something to prove
Playin the field like its 99
So I'm on my
a fucking kill
I drag a Pussc to the dungeon , heard that , glrdd this shi real
Nigga better duck, they punk in or get cracked up in that field
I refuse
on the back
We pray for the grain on Sundays sitting in the front pew
Then we drank it down on Fridays on a back of the bar stool
This town runs on JC and JD
me is worse than goin' 'gainst the grain
At the frontline, give a fuck about no pain
Nah, for real, could fill a gallery up with a mind frame
You
a tail chases a comet
And move you like the wind
Through the amber waves of grain
I wanna lay you down
In a field of autumn clover, honey
Don't look
trailers backed up down by the elevators
Train track grain car'll roll in later
Get filled up and head on out in the world
It's harvest time in this
and her love
Seeking guidance from above.
Amber waves of grain bow in the prairie wind.
I'm hearing Willie singing on the radio again.
That song from
the teacher's cigarettes
And I never went on field trips
I'm at walter's trying to buy me some stash slips
And I always been cut throat
15 taking big niggas
On the edge of this corn field
On my second box of Winchester hundred grains
Ain't seen a big buck
But its been a good day
Sittin' here
Waitin' on a deer
Now the green blade riseth from the buried grain
Wheat that in dark earth many days has lain
Love lives again that with the dead has been
Love is
1 on the grain I grip got cool-aid left in the drank I sip
My candy drip when I buy a car we dranking when I buy the bar
If I could I'll boxed up
fallin the sands
Never a grain that remains in my hands
It's killin' my will to live
Take me away, take me away
To an island, cast-away
Don't wanna
When you were just a girl the stars would fall into your hands
The universe and galaxies would yield at your command
From grassy fields and fallen
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