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Mark Box
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Fields Of Home
Well, I've worked this land as long as I remember Planting seeds, raising crops, cutting hay and timber It's just a hundred acres, but it's all I've ever known And there's nothing like those fields of home
And I was on the tractor when I was just knee-high Breaking the ground beneath that Choctaw County sky Oh, and I'd talk to Jesus when the rows got long And I'd thank Him for those fields of home
Well, I thought once or twice about leaving Just to see those unknown places in my mind But the more I thought of leaving, the more I fell in love With everything I'd have to leave behind
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Yeah, I thought once or twice about leaving Just to see those unknown places in my mind But there's so much left to do, a farmer's work is never through And I'm not the kind to leave it all behind
I often wonder who's gonna take my place After the Lord decides to come take me away Oh, but I'll keep on working everyday at the break of dawn 'Til they lay me down in those fields of home
I'll keep on working these fingers to the bone 'Til they lay me down in those fields of home
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