Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Canola Fields, artist - James McMurtry. Date of issue: 19.08.2021
Song language: English
Canola Fields |
| I was thinking 'bout you, crossing Southern Alberta |
| Canola fields on a July day |
| Are about the same chartreuse as that sixty-nine bug |
| You used to drive around San Jose |
| You never knew where my old white Lincoln might take you |
| Party on wheels with suicide doors |
| Bring the kids and the dogs and your grandma too |
| We always had room for more |
| Til that white-knuckle ride back from Santa Cruz |
| Second-best surfer on the central coast |
| Had you wrapped up all the way back to Los Gatos |
| And I could’ve cut his throat |
| And it wasn’t like we were an item to start with |
| It had no basis in fact |
| But the whiskey could push me to sudden extremes |
| I don’t want to think about that, I don’t want to think about that |
| Take my hand Marie |
| Take a death grip on some part of me |
| Keep me from drifting far out to sea |
| Or I’ll be lost out there |
| We all drifted away with the days getting shorter |
| Seeking our place in the greater scheme |
| Kids and careers and a vague sense of order |
| Busting apart at the seams |
| I heard you switched coasts, moved in with your sister |
| I doubt you’d have called it familial bliss |
| We met up in Brooklyn before it went hipster |
| You carried your keys in your fist |
| In a way back corner of a cross-town bus |
| We were hiding out under my hat |
| Cashing in on a thirty-year crush |
| You can’t be young and do that |
| You can’t be young and do that |
| Take my hand Marie |
| Take a death grip on some part of me |
| Keep me from drifting far out to sea |
| Or I’ll be lost out there |
| I’ll be lost out there |
| I was thinking 'bout you crossing Southern Alberta |
| Canola fields at harvest time |
| Look like tumbleweeds all raked up into rows |
| Brown rusty contour lines |
| And there’s not much moving on the romance radar |
| Not that I’m craving it all that much |
| But I still need to feel every once in a while |
| The warmth of a smile and a touch |
| And in a way back corner of a cross-town bus |
| We were hiding out under my hat |
| Cashing in on a thirty-year crush |
| You can’t be young and do that |
| You can’t be young and do that |
| You can’t be young and do that |
| You can’t be young and do that |
| Take my hand Marie |
| Take a death grip on some part of me |
| Keep me from drifting far out to sea |
| Or I’ll be lost out there |
| I’ll be lost out there |
| I’ll be lost out there |