They're grazin' the field

Covered with tar

Can't get a price

To see my way clear

I'm sitting down

At the Sugarland Bar

It might as well bury

My body right here



Tractors and combines

Out in the cold

Sheds piled high

With the wheat we ain't sold

silos filled with

Last year's crops

If something don't break me

We'll gonna drop



Well my wife got another

Coming in july

She's just laid up in bed

All she does is cries, cries, cries

Tommy, oh Tommy

I'm so alone

Tommy, oh  Tommy

Oh! Won't you stay home



Pa' don't say nothing

except when it rains

He sits by the window

Listening to the sound of passing trains

Roaring out of the night

Carrying an empty load

We got a whole lot of grain

That ain't got nowhere to go



Well, if prices

Don't get no higher

I'll fill this dustbin with gasAnd set these fields on fire

Sit out on a ridge

Where the bluebirds fly

And watch the flame rise up

Against this sugarland sky