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• Artiste: James McMurtry
• Titre: Canola Fields
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I was thinkin' ’bout you crossin' Southern Alberta Canola fields on a July day 'Bout the same chartreuse as that sixty-nine Bug you used to drive around San Jose Never knew where my old white Lincoln might take you Party on wheels with suicide doors Bring the kids and the dogs and your grandma too We always had room for more ’Til that white knuckle ride back from Santa Cruz Second best surfer on the central coast Had you wrapped up all the way back to Los Gatos And I couldda cut his throat And I wasn't like we were an item to start with It had no basis in fact But the whiskey could push me to sudden еxtremes I don't wanna think about that I don't wanna think about that Take my hand Mariе Take a death grip on some part of me Keep me from driftin' far out to sea Or I'll be lost out there We all filtered away with the days gettin' shorter Seekin' our place in the greater scheme Kids and careers and a vague sense of order Bustin’ apart at the seams I heard you switched coasts, moved in with your sister I doubt she’d'a called it familial bliss We met up in Brooklyn before it went hipster You carried your keys in your fist Then away back corner of a cross-town bus We were hidin’ out under my hat Cashin' in on a thirty year crush You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that Take my hand Marie Take a death grip on some part of me Keep me from driftin’ far out to sea Or I'll be lost out there Or I'll be lost out there I was thinkin' 'bout you crossin' Southern Alberta Canola fields at harvest time look like Tumbleweeds all raked up into rows Brown rusty contour lines There's not much movin' on the romance radar Not that I'm cravin' it all that much But I still need to feel every once in a while The warmth of a smile and a touch Then away back corner of a cross-town bus We were hidin' out under my hat Cashin' in on a thirty year crush You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that You can't be young and do that Take my hand Marie Take a death grip on some part of me Keep me from driftin' far out to sea Or I'll be lost out there Or I'll be lost out there I'll be lost out there