Trisha Yearwood – Dreaming Feilds (Guitar)

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Oh, the sun rolls down, big as a miracle

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And fades from the Midwest Sky

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And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze

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As if to say goodbye

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Oh, my grandfather stood right here as a younger man

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In nineteen and forty three

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And with the sweat and his tears, the rain and the years

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He grew life from the soil and seed

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Oh I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields

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But what will be my harvest now

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Where every tear that falls on a memory feels

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Like rain on the rusted plow

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Rain on the rusted plow

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And these fields they dream of wheat in the summertime

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Grandchildren running free

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And the bales of hay at the end of the day

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And the scarecrow that just scared me

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Now the houses they grow like weeds in a flower bed

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This morning the silo fell

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Seems the only way a man can live off the land these days

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Is to buy and sell

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Oh I'm goin' down to the dreaming fields

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But what will be my harvest now

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Where every tear that falls on a memory feels

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Like rain on the rusted plow

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Rain on the rusted plow

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Like the rain on the roof on the porch by the kitchen

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Where as my grandmother sings, I can hear if I listen

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Running down, running down to the end of the world I loved

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And the sun rolls down, big as a miracle

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And fades in the Midwest sky

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And the corn and the trees wave in the breeze

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As if to say goodbye

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As if to say goodbye