Fields of Harvest
It's a rainy Monday evening on the farm
Working in the wheat fields plowing from dusk till dawn
Tending all these acres just to get a poor mans wage
These old bones have had it for today
Its the slower way of living working with your hands
Growing crops to feed your family living off the land
I wouldn't have any other way this old life I choose
But sometimes you can't help it if you lose
In the fields of harvest working day by day
You ain't got time to fool around when you're raking up the hay
You've got mouths to feed and your back is getting tired
In the golden fields of harvest time
After 30 years of farming it all just went away
We had to move upstate to a house that's far away
We couldn't make it anymore living like we did
The officials came by and they forbid
Growing up I'd never imagine that it could end this way
All the memories that we had are now so far away
At least we have each other in this ole sinful world
Even if our lives have come unfurled
In the fields of harvest working day by day
You ain't got time to fool around when you're raking up the hay
You've got mouths to feed and your back is getting tired
In the golden fields of harvest time
In the golden fields of harvest time
Working in the wheat fields plowing from dusk till dawn
Tending all these acres just to get a poor mans wage
These old bones have had it for today
Its the slower way of living working with your hands
Growing crops to feed your family living off the land
I wouldn't have any other way this old life I choose
But sometimes you can't help it if you lose
In the fields of harvest working day by day
You ain't got time to fool around when you're raking up the hay
You've got mouths to feed and your back is getting tired
In the golden fields of harvest time
After 30 years of farming it all just went away
We had to move upstate to a house that's far away
We couldn't make it anymore living like we did
The officials came by and they forbid
Growing up I'd never imagine that it could end this way
All the memories that we had are now so far away
At least we have each other in this ole sinful world
Even if our lives have come unfurled
In the fields of harvest working day by day
You ain't got time to fool around when you're raking up the hay
You've got mouths to feed and your back is getting tired
In the golden fields of harvest time
In the golden fields of harvest time
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Writer(s): Cory Marshall
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