Brush up on my field work Better brush up on my field work Gonna get my fingers dirty Better brush up on my field work One thing I need Is to understand
My vices layed My coal is spent My iron is gone My anvil is broke My work is done My work is done My work is done My work is done (Thanks to Marlon
Laura Mae Jones Were our neighbors as long time back They lived right down the road from us In a shack just like our shack We worked in the fields together
, watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show Nigga I know, might say "Been there done that" like Dre Through hard work
[INTRO] Till the day you die... if your one of the poor ones you just got to work hard [CHORUS] I'm on flight 187 187 Departure from the hood Destination
with a love that the river has taught her Let it flow, greatly grow, wide and clear Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field Seasons
walkin' in chains This isn't my turf, this ain't my season Can't think of one good reason to remain We've worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans
Corn in the fields Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water King harvest has surely come I work for the union 'Cause she's so good to
you stoned. Bm A Papa's on the highway with that steel driving crew Bm F#m Em G Sister's in the big house her working
colour of my childish dreams, impressions that would last Black coal, coal black pit yacka's face, escaping the coal dust blast Blind pony stumblin' to the light of day, to retire in the green fields
take you down ?Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields
the wheel for someone else's selfish gain Here there is no choosing, working the clay Wearing their anger like a ball and chain Fire in the field, underneath
on a? front porch swinging Looking out on a vacant field Used to be filled with burley t'bacca Now he knows it never will My brother's found work in
Love and blessings, simple kindness Fell like rain on thirsty land Fields and gardens, long abandoned Came to life in dust and sand Lover's lips sweet
they got that That street money, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that street money You know me, I stay up on my grind, like working
He was working through college On my Grandpa's farm I was thirsting for knowledge And he had a car Yeah, I was caught somewhere between A woman and a
lawn I gonna get a funny little T-shirt Wit' de alligator on Ain't gonna work in de field no more Gonna be Amway distributor Ain't gonna work in de field
coffin..coffin...) Layzie (Chorus) You say you work for a couple million dogg (nigga I aint impressed)/ You keep your soilders in the field (nigga I