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• Artiste: Colin Hay
• Titre: Into The Cornfields
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Driving through the south, no need to stop for gas That's all taken care of, by the gas man Some of it is very beautiful, and some of it has scars And some of it is ugly, as a bigot in a bar Driving through the south by car, me and Bonn and Charlie B The night makes us stop, by the side of the road for tea I stare up in the distance, a branding iron is stuck up in the night sky It's in the shape of America, and it's in flames, but I'm not sure why Into the cornfields Into the cornfields And we know a secret, it happened some time ago A woman killed a man here, she was in a travelling show Burlesque you could say, with breasts and body beautiful But serpents appeared from her shoulder blades, that's why the people come Into the cornfields Into the cornfields Into the cornfields We don't we don't we don't want to go We're in Virginia now, it's so beautiful and green Hill and valleys and opens skies, yes it's the best we've ever seen We're still sitting by the roadside, waitin' for a sign Yeah me and Bonn and Charlie B, together for a time Into the cornfields Into the cornfields Into the cornfields We don't we don't we don't want to go Into the cornfields Into the cornfields Into the cornfields We don't we don't we don't want to go back there