Текст песни Fields Of Glory - Kenny Chesney
Summer
cotton,
summer
corn
Summer
hash
marks
and
a
scoreboard
Summer,
where
they
fought
the
civil
war
It's
what
my
grandpa
said
Picking
up
brown
heads
that
we
found,
or
Picking
up
another
first
down
Taking
them
girls
to
the
edge
of
town
And
watching
the
sky
turn
red
On
a
blanket
in
a
Chevy
bed
We
grew
up
on
'em,
stirred
up
dust
on
'em
We
were
tough
on
'em
With
our
cleats
and
our
retread
tires
We
stayed
out
late
on
'em
We
went
to
state
on
'em
Every
blade
of
that
sacred
ground's
got
a
thousand
stories
Fields
of
glory
Fields
of
glory
Shooting
cans
off
a
tree
stump
Cold
beer
buzzing
with
the
June
bugs
Setting
'round
talking
like
we
knew
what
We
were
doing
for
the
rest
of
our
lives
We
shine
down
lights
on
'em
Threw
three
stripes
on
'em
Said
our
goodbyes
on
'em
Once
September
came
around
We
had
it
made
on
'em
Part
of
us
stayed
on
'em
Every
blade
of
that
sacred
ground's
got
a
thousand
stories
Fields
of
glory
Fields
of
glory
You
drop
by
and
see
a
barbed-wire
fence
I
see
boys
turning
into
men
I
go
back
every
now
and
then
And
walk
around
and
think
of
how
We
grew
up
on
'em,
stirred
up
dust
on
'em
We
were
tough
on
'em
With
our
cleats
and
our
retread
tires
We
stayed
out
late
on
'em
We
went
to
state
on
'em
Every
blade
of
that
sacred
ground's
got
a
thousand
stories
Fields
of
glory
Fields
of
glory
Fields
of
glory
They
were
our
fields
of
glory
1 We Do
2 Here And Now
3 Everyone She Knows
4 Wasted
5 Knowing You
6 Heartbreakers
7 Someone To Fix
8 Happy Does
9 Tip of My Tongue
10 You Don't Get To
11 Beautiful World
12 Guys Named Captain
13 Wind On
14 Fields Of Glory
15 My Anthem
16 Streets
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