Bruce Springsteen Sugarland Lyrics

They’re grazin’ the fieldCovered with tarCan’t get a priceTo see my way clearI’m sitting downAt the sugarland barIt might as well buryMy body right hereTractors and combinesOut in the coldSheds piled highWith the wheat we ain’t soldSilos filled withLast year’s cropsIf something don’t break meWe’ll gonna dropWell my wife got anotherComing in julyShe’s just laid up in bedAll she does is cries, cries, criesTommy, oh tommyI’m so aloneTommy, oh tommyOh! won’t you stay homePa’ don’t say nothingExcept when it rainsHe sits by the windowListening to the sound of passing trainsRoaring out of the nightCarrying an empty loadWe got a whole lot of grainThat ain’t got nowhere to goWell, if pricesDon’t get no higherI’ll fill this dustbin with gasand set these fields on fireSit out on a ridgeWhere the bluebirds flyAnd watch the flame rise upAgainst this sugarland sky

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