el que siembra su maiz que se coma su pilon que siembra su maiz que se coma su pilon el que siembra su maiz que se coma su pilon que siembra su
Corn circles, appearing all over the land Corn circles, appearing all over the land Nobody knows where they come from Nobody understands Corn circles
When I was a child, I spoke as a child Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild I thought I'd seen London or maybe Paris but I'm starin' at
Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn Fare thee
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As we sat on the front porch of that old gray house Where I was born and raised Staring at the dusty fields Where my daddy worked hard everyday I think
I ain't goin' home as long as I'm still dry I ain't goin' home as long as I'm still dry I said the beer won't do it and I need a little whiskey and rye
Well when I was a little bitty boy no bigger than an old polecat Well I used to wonder like all kids what made this to that Now I'd seen what happened
Back in the days when I was a young buck Stuck like a truck gettin' shit outta luck Times was rough and I didn't have a plan I was barely on the edge
Dancing with the devil 'round a fire Mess your mama bed for a little more magic Make you want to run around naked 'Cause you know it look good on you
It might take some time But I'll do it on my own YOu act as if it's a crime Like I'm bad down to my bones But I sleep at night time And I can't understand
Corn fed We don't flip the bird, we don't cuss and scream When the cars don't move when the light turns green We don't lock our doors when we leave the
As we sat on the front porch Of that ole gray house where I was born and raised And stared out at the dusty fields Where daddy?s always worked hard every
No me importan los cambios, conforme pasan los anos Pues junto con mi mundo yo tambien estoy cambiando Hoy mi campo de juegos es un taller con llaves
corn stalks aren't like skyscrapers but behind you're invisible and all you ever want to fear don't worry about it - it's right here i wonder if i ate
Milho verde milho verde a milho verde milho verde a milho verde macaroca a sombra do milho verde a sombra do milho verde a namorei una cachopa
Eppure il granoturco che ha scelto di esser giallo Non si domanda niente, non ricorda chissa se poi continua a presentarsi giallo per essere fedele a
