Lyrics

11. This Field


Ain’t no way to live, workin’ in this field

Ain’t no way to live, workin’ in this field

I send all my money home, got nothin’ left to give

Workin’ in this field, ain’t no way to live


Ain’t no time to sleep, owin’ to this field

Ain’t no time to sleep, owin’ to this field

I picked my last but I can’t go home, they say I’m in too deep

Owin’ to this field, ain’t no time to sleep


bridge

How much can I carry before this back won’t bend

How much can I hold before the fingers of these hands will not ever mend


Ain’t no place to die, pickin’ in this field

Ain’t no place to die, pickin’ in this field

Tractor and the hauler bound to take my life ‘neath this blue Sonoma sky

Pickin’ in this field, ain’t no place to die