Corn Fields (Live)

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old corn fields back home
We grew indica and sativa
Just about a mile west of Geneva
In them old corn fields back home

Nah it don't seem all that funky
If your corn smells a little skunky
In them old corn fields back home
We grew indica and sativa
Just about a mile west of Geneva
In them old corn fields back home

We brewed beer as a staple
In the hills there north of Naples
In them old corn fields back home
Twisted tea at the bodega
In the streets of Canandaigua
In them old corn fields back home

And my mother was giving me hell
For walking them tracks south of Hornell
In them old corn fields back home
We grew indica and sativa
Just about a mile west of Geneva
In them old corn fields back home

Nah it don't seem all that funky
If your corn smells a little skunky
In them old corn fields back home
We grew indica and sativa
Just about a mile west of Geneva
In them old corn fields back home

Nah it don't seem all that funky
If your corn smells a little skunky
In them old corn fields back home
We grew indica and sativa
Just about a mile west of Geneva
In them old corn fields back home

Now when that corn harvest comes early
You gonna lose all your herbandinski
In them old corn fields back home
We grew indica and sativa
Just about a mile west of Geneva
In them old corn fields back home

Nah it don't seem all that funky
If your corn smells a little skunky
In them old corn fields back home
We grew indica and sativa
Just about a mile west of Geneva
In them old corn fields back home

In them old corn fields back home



Credits
Writer(s): Declan Peter Banko
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