Fields

Whoever thought they could tare up the ground
And make a suburb out of this small town
They build and they build and keep tackin' more on
Where have all the fields gone?
That third generation farm got covered overnight
The folks 'round here didn’t need a high rise
Yeah, tillin' up green doesn’t mean it ain’t wrong
Where have all the fields gone?
Somethings are better left alone
But somethings a simple man can’t save
This sinkin' feelin' won’t let me go
It’s like I’m standin' over a grave
No you wouldn’t pick apart and take out the heart of the steel of an old Hank
song
So where have all the fields gone?
I kissed Jessie back in corn rows
Same place the county fair used to go
Now that memory is buried under two strip malls
Where have all the fields gone?
Somethings are better left alone
But somethings a simple man can’t save
This sinkin' feelin' won’t let me go
It’s like I’m standin' over a grave
No you wouldn’t pick apart and change the guitar in an old Buck Owen song
So where have all the fields gone?
Nobody prays for a rain pourin' cold concrete
Once it all gets erased it’s just «used to bes»
Somethings are better left alone
But somethings a simple man can’t save
This sinkin' feelin' won’t let me go
It’s like I’m standin' over a grave
No you wouldn’t pick apart what you know by heart in a King George Strait song
So where have all the fields gone?
Yeah anyone said come and tear up our ground
Oughta be kept on a tune