Sugarland Lyrics by Bruce Springsteen

Sugarland

Theyre grazin the field
Covered with tar
Cant get a price
To see my way clear
Im sitting down
At the sugarland bar
It might as well bury
My body right here

Tractors and combines
Out in the cold
Sheds piled high
With the wheat we aint sold
Silos filled with
Last years crops
If something dont break me
Well gonna drop

Well my wife got another
Coming in july
Shes just laid up in bed
All she does is cries, cries, cries
Tommy, oh tommy
Im so alone
Tommy, oh tommy
Oh! wont you stay home

Pa dont say nothing
Except when it rains
He sits by the window
Listening to the sound of passing trains
Roaring out of the night
Carrying an empty load
We got a whole lot of grain
That aint got nowhere to go

Well, if prices
Dont get no higher
Ill fill this dustbin with gasand set these fields on fire
Sit out on a ridge
Where the bluebirds fly
And watch the flame rise up
Against this sugarland sky