Lullaby At The Edge Of Town - Greg Brown

Golden wheat and price of bread;

never meant to come so far

Tractors dozin' like dinosaurs;

all LBJ’s old scars

All across the United States lookin' for relief to get inside

Blood and flags flappin' on the moon;

The boys tried and they tried and tried and tried, ayay

Underwear dancin' on the line from sea to shining sea

Drunk car came lurching to a red light stop;

it’s just how it had to be

Meet you down at the factory just before they feed the beast

We’ll get our picture taken standing side by side while all of Dallas sleeps

Golden wheat and taste of bread;

kid’s t-shirt is much too small

That Ford will never move, move, move again;

it don’t rain much in fall

Don’t rain much in fall;

rain much in the fall;

the fall

In the fall, the fall, in the fall, the fall