They're grazin' the field covered with tar
Can't get a price to see my way clear
I'm 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 ain't sold
Silos filled with last year's crops
If something don't break me we'll gonna drop

Well my wife got another coming in july
She's just laid up in bed
All she does is cries, cries, cries
Tommy, oh Tommy i'm so alone
Tommy, oh Tommy oh! Won't you stay home

Pa' don't say nothing except when it rains
He sit's 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 ain't got nowhere to go

Well, if prices don't get no higher
I'll 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