(What about us) Did you ever stop to notice Is there a time What about sunrise What about rain What about all the things that you said We were to gain What about killing fields

I fear it, you're after the feeling And I am all alone Hold to call the feeling senile They unwrap the more Going out the dusty roads We are caught and see it There's a reason after all For the fields that I have gone

There's a place out on the edge of town, sir Rising above the factories and the fields Now ever since I 'as a child I can remember That mansion on the hill In the day you can see the children playing On the road that leads to those gates of hardened

Over and over and over and over again I have seen the fields aflame Was just another way to scream your name Better than this Oh, don't you know I have seen And everything I ever did And I go home alone

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

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

All you people you got to know The devil’s harvest is sweet to grow With the blossom your troubles go Forget about your sticky icky icky icky hydro I was gathering the crops across the fields What happened to me baby, you won’t believe I was picking up

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

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

Strawberry Fields forever Let me take you down 'Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see It's getting hard to be someone But it all works out