Driving through the south, no need to stop for gas
That's all taken care of, by the gas man
Some of it is very beautiful, and some of it has scars

And some of it is ugly, as a bigot in a bar

Driving through the south by car, me and Bonn and Charlie B

The night makes us stop, by the side of the road for tea
I stare up in the distance, a branding iron is stuck up in
the

night sky It's in the shape of America, and it's in
flames, but I'm not sure why


Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields


And we know a secret, it happened some time ago
A woman killed a man here, she was in a travelling show
Burlesque you could say, with breasts and body beautiful

But serpents appeared from her shoulder blades, that's why
the people come


Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields

We don't we don't we don't want to go

We're in Virginia now, it's so beautiful and green

Hill and valleys and opens skies, yes it's the best
we've ever seen


We're still sitting by the roadside, waitin' for a
sign
Yeah me and Bonn and Charlie B, together for a time


Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields

Into the cornfields
We don't we don't we don't want to go


Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields

We don't we don't we don't want to go back
there