Tom Russell - Acres of corn

When I was a ^Cchild, I spoke as a ^Fchild Now I'm a grown ^Cwoman, but my thoughts are still ^Gwild I thought I'd see ^CLondon or maybe Pa^Fris But I'm staring at ^Ccornfields^G and they're staring at ^Cme

But dreams are just ^Gthings that you keep in a ^Amjar You bury your ^D7dreams or you wish on a ^Gstar For an ocean line^F ticket back to where you were^Am born Away from these ^D7hard times^G and the acres of ^Ccorn ^{G C}

Every now and again, well, I take a small ^Fdrink From the blackberry ^Cbrandy hidden under the ^Gsink And I pull out that ^Csteam trunk and put on my ^Fgown And I waltz through these ^Ccornfields^G 'til I fall to the ^Cground

But dreams are just ^Gthings that you keep in a ^Amtrunk 'Til the men are out ^D7working or you've gone a bit ^Gdrunk Then you unlock your ^Fdreams, but they're tattered and ^Amworn So you stare out the ^D7window^G at the acres of ^Ccorn

Dreams are just ^Gthings that you keep in a ^Amjar You bury your ^D7dreams or you wish on a ^Gstar For an ocean line^F ticket back to where you were^Am born Away from these ^D7hard times^G and the acres of ^Ccorn

When I was a ^Cchild, I spoke as a ^Fchild Now I'm a grown ^Cwoman,^G but my thoughts are still ^Cwild