Fields

i’m walkin’ down
this old dirt road
lookin’ where
the cotton grows

the fields go on for miles and miles
until they reach the southern sky

look real close
you can see the rows
where the lines where drawn
and seeds where sown

the fields go on for miles and miles
until they reach the southern sky

the shadows of the men
who work this land
are lyin’ on these fields
hand in hand
sons of farmers
sons of slaves
are only shadows
that remain

and the fields go on for miles and miles
until they reach the southern sky
the fields go on for miles and miles
until they reach the southern sky

i’m walkin’ down
this old dirt road
lookin’ where
the cotton grows

the fields go on for miles and miles
until they reach the southern sky
until they reach the southern sky