Into the Cornfields Lyrics
by Colin Hay
Doodoodoooo
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
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Into the corn- fiiii--iiii--iiii--iiiields
Into the corn- fiiii--iiii--iiii--iiiields
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, and that's why the people come
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Into the corn- fiiii--iiii--iiii--iiiields
Into the corn- fiiii--iiii--iiii--iiiields
Into the corn- fiiii--iiii--iiii--iiiields
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We don't wanna go
We're in Virginia now, it's so beautiful and green
The hills and valleys and opens skies, it's the, 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
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Into the corn- fiiii--iiii--iiii--iiiields
Into the corn- fiiii--iiii--iiii--iiiields
We don't we don't we don't wanna to go there
Into the corn- fiiii--iiii--iiii--iiiields
Mmmmh...
Yeiyeah...
Into the corn- fiiii--iiii--iiii--iiiields
We don't....
Into the corn- fiiii--iiii--iiii--iiiields (Repeat and fade out)
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