The Weeds - Wheatfields | Текст песни

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Been a hard day on the wheatfields, and I know I'm comin' home
It's been a hard day on the wheatfields, and oh I need a gun

Well my mother said to me, why don't you come home to me
Yeah we have got some good advice
Hey you've been runnin' around and spreadin' hell
Well, dragging our name further down

It's been a hard day on the wheatfields, and I know I'm comin' home
It's been a hard day on the wheatfields, and I know I need a gun

Well my papa was a preacher man, he took that Bible in his hand
And said son, I'll whip you of that vice
Then he dragged me to the knees and then he closed his God upon my hands
And that moment I knew how to kill!

Fields...fields...

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