Sugarland

Grains in the field covered with tarp Can't get a price to see my way clear I'm sitting down at the Sugarland bar Might as well bury my body right here Tractor and combines out in the cold Sheds piled high with the wheat we ain't sold Silos filled with last year's crop If something don't break, hey, we're all gonna drop My wife's got another comin' in July She's just layin' up in bed All she does is cry, cry, cry 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 Roarin' out of the night carryin' an empty load We got a whole lot of grain That ain't got nowhere to go Well if them prices don't get no higher I'll fill this duster with gas and set these fields on fire Sit up on the ridge where the bluebirds fly And watch the flames rise up against the Sugarland sky