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Acres Of Corn (from "Wounded Heart of America (Tom Russell Songs)" compilation)

 

Acres Of Corn (from "Wounded Heart of America (Tom Russell Songs)" compilation)


When I was a child, I spoke as a child
Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild
I thought I'd seen London or maybe Paris
But I'm staring at cornfields and they're staring at me

But dreams are just things that keep in a jar
You bury your dreams or you wish on a star
For an ocean line ticket back to where you were born
Away from these hard times and the acres of corn

Every now and again I take a small drink
From the blackberry brandy hidden under the sink
And I pull out that steam trunk and put on my gown
And I waltz through these cornfields till I fall to the ground

But dreams are just things that you keep in a trunk
Till the men are out working or you've gone a bit drunk

Then you unlock your dreams, but they're tattered and worn
So you stare out the window at the acres of corn

Dreams are just things that keep in a jar
You bury your dreams or you wish on a star
For an ocean line ticket back to where you were born
Away from these hard times and the acres of corn

When I was a child, I spoke as a child
Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild

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