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