There's a
tractor
in a pasture out past the blacktop roads
Can't get there any faster
than an
Appaloosa goes
And if my horse can't take me there,
that's where my mind will roam
To my old man's field of dreams
All he ever wanted
Was a simple life out west
Somewhere that the bankers
Hadn't bought and fenced in yet
Met a cowgirl up in
Cody
He asked and she said yes
In my old man's field of dreams
He worked hard until
the sun went down
Played fiddle all night long
Said boys go chop some cottonwood
Cause winter's coming on
Hope for snow up on the mountain
Pray for rain in the spring
For my old man's field of dreams
There ain't no getting rich
Bailing alfalfa hay
But that bar band beer joined money
Well it kept the wolves away
Hell, money never was
the kind of green he loved anyway
It was my old man's field of dreams
Play or dance
He worked hard until
the sun went down
Played fiddle all night long
Said, boys, go chop some cottonwood
Cause winter's coming on
Hope for snow up on the mountain
Pray for rain in the spring
For my old man's field of dreams
There's a tractor in a pasture
Out past the blacktop roads
Can't get there any faster
Then an
Appaloosa goes
And just like we did him someday
I hope they lay me low
In my old man's field of dreams
In my old man's field of dreams