Lyrics

8. 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
Pickin’ in this field, ain’t no place to die