Into The Cornfields - Colin Hay

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