letra de field song - william elliott whitmore
write this down, and don’t forget
that the best of times ain’t happened yet
the gilded age has long been done
and so many lost when the west was won
let’s go to the field were gonna do some work
spend our day digging in the dirt
we’ll hope for rain to follow the plow
and this piece of ground is a homestead now
this little piece of ground is a homestead now
three square meals and a living wage
reminds me of the good ol’ days
before the manifest destiny of the factory farms
when those cut throats came and burned down the barn
underneath the black locust tree
there’s a shady place that waits for me
to rest my bones and to rest my mind
i’m gonna rest right here when i die
write this down and don’t forget
that the best of times ain’t happened yet
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- letra de out the door - izy (aus)
- letra de свет в темноте (light in the dark) - moonlad
- letra de stop running and move in - weird beats by ai
- letra de duerme - the beautiful monument
- letra de she haunts me (part two) - dead astronauts
- letra de eric mays to flint - ogfrommars!
- letra de muzan uk drill (demon slayer) [ubuyashiki response diss] - pureojuice