namoli brennet

Lyrics

Papa says he's gone and sold the farm
To a man from Massachusetts with a briefcase in his arm
He says he's tired of working with his hands
Gonna move to California, maybe visit Disneyland

Papa says he's tired of growing corn
Soybeans and alfalfa, says it feels like he was born
In a field
Between the furrow and the roses

Papa never liked to be alone
He says that he'd be better with some neighbors and a phone
He says he misses Mama more than anythin
Loves to tell the story of how he gave her wedding ring
In a field
Between the furrow and the roses

Papa says his eyes ain't what they used to be
He says that, more or less, you know he really can't see
Papa says he's not long for the world
He says that when I die, you better bury me girl
In a field
Between the furrow and the roses
Between the furrow and the roses