I want to go home Oh, how I want to go home I want to go home, yeah Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City I dreamed about them cotton fields of home I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother And I dreamed about the girl who's

They came riding at first light Fifty men armed to the teeth The sounding horn called us out to fight We went to meet them in the fields Outnumbered yet we fought But soon we were overrun We took refuge in our home Our downfall had just begun They

Running through the fields of sorrow When I get out of here Will I leave you behind? I found that the years passed despite And I can see you Yes I can see you When you get out of here When you leave me behind She told me why

I, I could light it up for you We can light it up Acting like your favorite drug, raise a cup Like a stone you watch it fall And let it roll out over the fields You take your time and watch it crawl Like you're the big shot symphony But oh what would you

Mountain climbing (mountain climbing) Chance is you'll find me Pounding my hammer Done my fair share of Whoa, it's troubles, I've got 'em Out in the fields Whoa, it's blues at the bottom On the stone and steel Whoa, blues at the bottom

Uneasy feeling, burning out my eyes I hope the end is less painful than my life I stand on trial before the gods On Judgment Day A blink of an eye between The cradle and the grave One last look at visions of flesh The last best hope of man on earth

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas, With Waylon and Willie and the boys. Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys. An' "Blue Eyes Cryin' In The Rain", Out in Luckenbach, Texas, Ain't nobody feeling no pain. Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of

And I'm running out of time (flesh and bone) And what are you made of? (Flesh and bone) I've gone through life white-knuckled in the moments that left me behind Refusing to heed the yield I penetrate the force fields in the blind They say I'll adjust,

When I reminisce about all those years of tribulation, I mostly remember Our songs. We died, and our blood seeped away on the battlefields; but our Songs survived, together with those of us that returned. And as they too Will die one day, our songs will

Let’s go wait out in the fields with the ones we love I could walk out, but I won’t In my mind I am in your arms I wish someone would take my place Can’t face heaven all heavenfaced She’s a griever, my believer It’s not a fever, it’s a freezer I believe