| Driving through the south, no need to stop for gas
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| That’s all taken care of, by the gas man
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| Some of it is very beautiful, and some of it has scars
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| And some of it is ugly, as a bigot in a bar
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| Driving through the south by car, me and Bonn and Charlie B
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| The night makes us stop, by the side of the road for tea
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| I stare up in the distance, a branding iron is stuck up in the
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| Night sky It’s in the shape of America, and it’s in flames, but I’m not sure why
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| Into the cornfields
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| Into the cornfields
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| And we know a secret, it happened some time ago
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| A woman killed a man here, she was in a travelling show
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| Burlesque you could say, with breasts and body beautiful
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| But serpents appeared from her shoulder blades, that’s why the people come
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| Into the cornfields
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| Into the cornfields
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| Into the cornfields
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| We don’t we don’t we don’t want to go
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| We’re in Virginia now, it’s so beautiful and green
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| Hill and valleys and opens skies, yes it’s the best we’ve ever seen
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| We’re still sitting by the roadside, waitin' for a sign
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| Yeah me and Bonn and Charlie B, together for a time
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| Into the cornfields
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| Into the cornfields
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| Into the cornfields
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| We don’t we don’t we don’t want to go
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| Into the cornfields
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| Into the cornfields
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| Into the cornfields
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| We don’t we don’t we don’t want to go back there |