Recorded this when I was sick so my voice is a little gone. That’s probably why the song itself is quite dark.

Cornfields

I just walked in and settled on a bar stool
The floor was mighty sticky neath my old shoes
The smell of cigarettes was all around me
The bar man asked what I’d like to have that evening

I just made friends with the neck of a bottle
And I don’t think I’ll be coming up for air

As the bar man placed my drink inside my calm hand
He said my face looked as tired as an old man
I didn’t see no reason to tell no lies
So I looked that motherfucker in his cold eyes

I just made friends with a third of a bottle
And I don’t think I’ll be coming up for air

I said I just got back from old man Ward’s place
He owed me fifty dollars from a card game
He wouldn’t pay so I hit him with a spade
The smell of blood and hay was all around me

I just made friends with the best of a bottle
And I don’t think I’ll be coming up for air

I said I left his body in the cornfield
So the buzzards could all take turns to get their fill
I finished up my drink and turned around
The sheriff and his fucks were gunning me down

I just made friends with the bottom of a bottle
And I don’t think I’ll be coming up for air

     GriffMusic