Acres of Corn Songtext
von Iris DeMent

When I was a child, I spoke as a child
Now I′m a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild
I thought I'd seen London or maybe Paris
But I′m starin' at cornfields and they're starin′ at me

But dreams are just things that keep in a jar
You bury your dreams or you wish on a star
For an ocean line ticket back to where you were born
Away from these hard times and the acres of corn


Every now and again I take a small drink
From the blackberry brandy hidden under the sink
And I pull out that steam trunk and put on my gown
And I waltz through these cornfields ′til I fall to the ground

But dreams are just things that you keep in a trunk
'Til the men are out workin′ or you've gone a bit drunk
Then you unlock your dreams, but they′re tattered and worn
So you stare out the window at the acres of corn

Dreams are just things that keep in a jar
You bury your dreams or you wish on a star
For an ocean line ticket back to where you were born
Away from these hard times and the acres of corn

When I was a child, I spoke as a child
Now I'm a grown woman but my thoughts are still wild.