Back in the days when I was a young buck Stuck like a truck gettin' shit outta luck Times was rough and I didn't have a plan I was barely on the edge
Dancing with the devil 'round a fire Mess your mama bed for a little more magic Make you want to run around naked 'Cause you know it look good on you
I have lost my blue-eyed darling, Now I sit with a broken heart By my cabin in the Carolina hills Oh I loved a shiner's daughter Loved her true with
I said, "Three corn patches about four cotton fields away" I said, "Three corn patches about four cotton fields away Lives the prettiest girl in the whole
SHUCKIN' CORN (Ray Griff) I was barely past the stage of baby bottles At an age when little legs first start to toddle When my pa saw I could stand
Out in the field when the first has been born Folks sing a song, song of the corn Late in the day when the secrets are sworn Folks tell a tale, tale of
It might take some time But I'll do it on my own YOu act as if it's a crime Like I'm bad down to my bones But I sleep at night time And I can't understand
Bless you, bless our victorious war I pray for you Blood and candy mixing on The floor I close your eyes Strings of candy corns A string of pearls A
Corn fed We don't flip the bird, we don't cuss and scream When the cars don't move when the light turns green We don't lock our doors when we leave the
As we sat on the front porch of that old gray house Where I was born and raised Staring at the dusty fields Where my daddy worked hard everyday I think
As we sat on the front porch Of that ole gray house where I was born and raised And stared out at the dusty fields Where daddy?s always worked hard every
No me importan los cambios, conforme pasan los anos Pues junto con mi mundo yo tambien estoy cambiando Hoy mi campo de juegos es un taller con llaves
Vieni qua che ti faccio vedere dov'e il nostro pezzo di mondo. Portati dietro un sorriso e un sospiro: li userai. Vieni qua che potrai galleggiare a due
I been a restin'. Ain't been a workin' I been seetin' down. I been a thinkin' How the rich man runs the land. How he promised He would help us, If we
corn stalks aren't like skyscrapers but behind you're invisible and all you ever want to fear don't worry about it - it's right here i wonder if i ate
Milho verde milho verde a milho verde milho verde a milho verde macaroca a sombra do milho verde a sombra do milho verde a namorei una cachopa
Eppure il granoturco che ha scelto di esser giallo Non si domanda niente, non ricorda chissa se poi continua a presentarsi giallo per essere fedele a
Let's burn down the cornfield Let's burn down the cornfield And we can listen to it burn You hide behind the oak tree You hide behind the oak tree Stay