Theyre grazin the field
Covered with tar
Cant get a price
To see my way clear
Im 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 aint sold
Silos filled with
Last years crops
If something dont break me
Well gonna drop
Well my wife got another
Coming in july
Shes just laid up in bed
All she does is cries, cries, cries
Tommy, oh tommy
Im so alone
Tommy, oh tommy
Oh! wont you stay home
Pa dont 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 aint got nowhere to go
Well, if prices
Dont get no higher
Ill 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