Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fields Of Glory, artist - Kenny Chesney. Date of issue: 30.04.2020
Song language: English
Fields Of Glory |
| Summer cotton, summer corn |
| Summer hash marks and a scoreboard |
| Summer, where they fought the civil war |
| It’s what my grandpa said |
| Picking up brown heads that we found, or |
| Picking up another first down |
| Taking them girls to the edge of town |
| And watching the sky turn red |
| On a blanket in a Chevy bed |
| We grew up on 'em, stirred up dust on 'em |
| We were tough on 'em |
| With our cleats and our retread tires |
| We stayed out late on 'em |
| We went to state on 'em |
| Every blade of that sacred ground’s got a thousand stories |
| Fields of glory |
| Fields of glory |
| Shooting cans off a tree stump |
| Cold beer buzzing with the June bugs |
| Setting 'round talking like we knew what |
| We were doing for the rest of our lives |
| We shine down lights on 'em |
| Threw three stripes on 'em |
| Said our goodbyes on 'em |
| Once September came around |
| We had it made on 'em |
| Part of us stayed on 'em |
| Every blade of that sacred ground’s got a thousand stories |
| Fields of glory |
| Fields of glory |
| You drop by and see a barbed-wire fence |
| I see boys turning into men |
| I go back every now and then |
| And walk around and think of how |
| We grew up on 'em, stirred up dust on 'em |
| We were tough on 'em |
| With our cleats and our retread tires |
| We stayed out late on 'em |
| We went to state on 'em |
| Every blade of that sacred ground’s got a thousand stories |
| Fields of glory |
| Fields of glory |
| Fields of glory |
| They were our fields of glory |