Paroles Into The Cornfields de Colin Hay

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Driving through the south, no need to stop for gasThat's all taken care of, by the gas manSome of it is very beautiful, and some of it has scarsAnd some of it is ugly, as a bigot in a barDriving through the south by car, me and Bonn and Charlie BThe night makes us stop, by the side of the road for teaI stare up in the distance, a branding iron is stuck up in thenight sky It's in the shape of America, and it's in flames, but I'm not sure whyInto the cornfieldsInto the cornfieldsAnd we know a secret, it happened some time agoA woman killed a man here, she was in a travelling showBurlesque you could say, with breasts and body beautifulBut serpents appeared from her shoulder blades, that's why the people comeInto the cornfieldsInto the cornfieldsInto the cornfieldsWe don't we don't we don't want to goWe're in Virginia now, it's so beautiful and greenHill and valleys and opens skies, yes it's the best we've ever seenWe're still sitting by the roadside, waitin' for a signYeah me and Bonn and Charlie B, together for a timeInto the cornfieldsInto the cornfieldsInto the cornfieldsWe don't we don't we don't want to goInto the cornfieldsInto the cornfieldsInto the cornfieldsWe don't we don't we don't want to go back there

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