Mark Box Fields Of Home lyrics

Well, I've worked this land as long as I remember
Planting seeds, raising crops, cutting hay and timber
It's just a hundred acres, but it's all I've ever known
And there's nothing like those fields of home

And I was on the tractor when I was just knee-high
Breaking the ground beneath that Choctaw County sky
Oh, and I'd talk to Jesus when the rows got long
And I'd thank Him for those fields of home

Well, I thought once or twice about leaving
Just to see those unknown places in my mind
But the more I thought of leaving, the more I fell in love
With everything I'd have to leave behind


Yeah, I thought once or twice about leaving
Just to see those unknown places in my mind
But there's so much left to do, a farmer's work is never through
And I'm not the kind to leave it all behind

I often wonder who's gonna take my place
After the Lord decides to come take me away
Oh, but I'll keep on working everyday at the break of dawn
‘Til they lay me down in those fields of home

I'll keep on working these fingers to the bone
‘Til they lay me down in those fields of home