Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Field Song, artist - William Elliott Whitmore.
Date of issue: 12.07.2011
Song language: English
Field Song |
Write this down, and don’t forget |
That the best of times aint happened yet |
The gilded age has long been done |
And so many lost when the west was won |
Let’s go to the field were gonna do some work |
Spend our day digging in the dirt |
We’ll hope for rain to follow the plow |
And this piece of ground is a homestead now |
This little piece of ground is a homestead now |
Three square meals and a living wage |
Reminds me of the good ol' days |
Before the manifest destiny of the factory farms |
When those cut throats came and burned down the barn |
Underneath the black locust tree |
There’s a shady place that waits for me |
To rest my bones and to rest my mind |
I’m gonna rest right here when I die |
Write this down and don’t forget |
That the best of times aint happened yet. |