will never die The house on fire holds no shame I will be coming home again Four hundred miles Without a word until you smile Four hundred miles On fields of fire
Vertaling: Big Country. Fields Of Fire.
and the fields In the city streets and the quiet country towns Working together like spokes inside a wheel They keep this country turning around Hello Kansas wheat field
dirt roads and big tire toys Country girls and redneck boys Carolina moon is big and bright Sumter County Friday Night Fred Johnson just opened up his fields
That leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks Got old Hank cranking way up loud Got coolers in the back, tailgates down There's a big fire burnin
made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than (Immortal Technique). This is big business. This is the American way
dirt roads and big tire toys, country girls and redneck boys, Carolina moon is big and bright, Sumter County Friday Night! Fred Johnson just opened up his fields
The place she called home was high on a hill, way up in a big house under the trees Day's in the sun she's seen by the river, reading a book, feeding
leads back to a field filled with pickup trucks Got old Hank cranking way up loud Got coolers in the back Tailgates down There's a big fire burnin' but
And now, here he is, the star of our show, Dick Clark." "Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country." - JOHN F. KENNEDY
old Hank cranking way up loud Got coolers in the back Tailgates down There's a big fire burnin' but don't be alarmed It's just country boys and girls
back to a field filled with pickup trucks Got old Hank cranking way up loud Got coolers in the back Tailgates down There's a big fire burnin' but don
