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Big Country Fields Of Fire

will never die The house on fire holds no shame I will be coming home again Four hundred miles Without a word until you smile Four hundred miles On fields of fire

and the fields In the city streets and the quiet country towns Working together like spokes inside a wheel They keep this country turning around Hello Kansas wheat field

That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks Got old Hank cranking way up loud Got coolers in the back, tailgates down There's a big fire burnin

and the fields In the city streets and the quiet country towns Working together like spokes inside a wheel They keep this country turning around Hello Kansas wheat field

dirt roads and big tire toys, country girls and redneck boys, Carolina moon is big and bright, Sumter County Friday Night! Fred Johnson just opened up his fields

made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than (Immortal Technique). This is big business. This is the American way

leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks Got old Hank cranking way up loud Got coolers in the back Tailgates down There's a big fire burnin' but

made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than (Immortal Technique). This is big business. This is the American way

old Hank cranking way up loud Got coolers in the back Tailgates down There's a big fire burnin' but don't be alarmed It's just country boys and girls