text: Theyre grazin the field
  Covered with tar
  Cant get a price
  To see my way clear
  Im 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 aint sold
  Silos filled with
  Last years crops
  If something dont break me
  Well gonna drop
  Well my wife got another
  Coming in july
  Shes just laid up in bed
  All she does is cries, cries, cries
  Tommy, oh Tommy
  Im so alone
  Tommy, oh Tommy
  Oh! Wont you stay home
  Pa dont 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 aint got nowhere to go
  Well, if prices
  Dont get no higher
  Ill 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