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Mark Hobbs: Cornfield- Lyrics

Lyrics: Cornfield Highways - May 26, 2013

Canyon: by Mark Hobbs

I went panning for gold
Up on government land
Up in the mountains I went panning for gold
And I never found anything

Now the hills they still echo
With all of the stories they’ve told
And I knelt down by the water
And I dreamed of the gold
And I dreamed of the gold

Now I’m down here in this canyon
And I don’t know why
Until the gold has disappeared all the rivers run dry

So now there is always that slim shot
And you could be the one
Circle the pan in the water
Because you’ve got that gold thumb

So I climbed out from the hills
And up into my truck
I found it so easy to believe
That I’ve been so down on my luck
That I’ve been so down on my luck

Now I’m down here in this canyon
And I don’t know why
Until the gold has disappeared all the rivers run dry

Now I’m down here in this canyon
And I don’t know why
Until the gold has disappeared all the rivers run dry
Until the gold has disappeared all the rivers run dry




Slow Movin’: by Mark Hobbs

The corn just getting planted down in Champaign, Illinois
An Amish woman in the town of Arthur hanging laundry in the warm sun
A whistle from the engine warning the crossing dirt road
The river is Mississippi into Missouri we go

All the way through Arkansas it was rain, rain, rain
Slow movin’ on a train, train, train

Prisoners in Texarkana playing basketball in the yard
They did their crime now they take time to wave to us in our coach cars
A freight train loaded with wind turbines passes near Longview, Texas
Next stop Dallas you can get down have a cigarette

All the way through Arkansas it was rain, rain, rain
Slow movin’ on a train, train, train

Steve Earle once wrote a song in tribute to the great Townes Van Zandt
Fort Worth Blue’s is where we’re headed that’s where Townes was at
Then the train turns South for towns of McGreagor
Taylor and Temple, and Austin and San Antonio

All the way through Arkansas it was rain, rain, rain
Slow movin’ on a train, train, train

All the way through Arkansas it was rain, rain, rain
Slow movin’ on a train, train, train




Ain’t the Night So Long: by Mark Hobbs

Walking on leaves
Crunching under my feet
Snow’s moving in
By the end of next week

On a sidewalk bumming
Back up to my house
Well I’ll probably do nothing
Just lay on the couch

Ain’t the night so long
Singing the same old song
I hope I can wake up instead of waiting so long
Just singing the same old song

All these good memories
I’ll turn back the dial
The sun pouring down
And the look of your smile

Now how does it start
And why does it end
There’s no trouble in your heart
But your mind’s not your friend

Ain’t the night so long
Singing the same old song
I hope I can wake up instead of waiting so long
Just singing the same old song

Now I try and give away who I am
But sometimes I just don’t give a damn
If changes are bound to knock on my door
I’m gonna let them in

Cause ain’t the night so long
Singing the same old song
Hope I can wake up instead of waiting so long
Just singing the same old song

Ain’t the night so long
Just singing the same old song
I hope I can wake up instead of waiting so long
Just singing the same old song
Just singing the same old song
Just singing the same old song


Silly Ambitions: by Mark Hobbs

I once had a whole lot of money
Getting worse all the time
I once had ten mason jars
Now I’m down to a dollar and a dime

No one asked me to be a musician
No one told me to play
I owe it all to my silly ambitions
And a couple of beers on the way

I used to be a pretty good cook
Steak on the grill every night
Now here I am eating saltine crackers
And savoring every bite

No one asked me to be a musician
No one told me to play
I owe it all to my silly ambitions
And a couple of beers on the way

I once had a fleet of fancy cars
Parked ‘em all in a row
Now my ride is either up on a lift
Or in the process of being towed

No one asked me to be a musician
No one told me to play
I owe it all to my silly ambitions
And a couple of beers on the way

Now you can bet I had the big house
Living like a king on the hill
Here I am down on studio row
Getting further behind on my bills

No one asked me to be a musician
No one told me to play
I owe it all to my silly ambitions
And a couple of beers on the way

I owe it all to my silly ambitions
And a couple of beers on the way




Where Are You Going: by Mark Hobbs

I found out
Just the other night
Silly little secret
Not held so tight

Where are you going when you go away
Where are you going when you go away

Now the sun is settin’
And the sky is pink
The dishes are done
And drying in the sink

The summer cicadas are louder than
A pack of fire crackers in a garbage can

Now I turn up the wick
On the old oil lamp
Unfold across my knees
An Illinois state highway map

Two or three days man I need a break
Along the Mississippi and a river bank

Where are you going when you go away
Where are you going when you go away

Now there is a lonely
And there’s a lonelier
Does it get any better
Does it just get worse

The glare of lights and it’s starting to rain
Driving home at night on the highway

Where are you going when you go away
Where are you going when you go away

Where are you going when you go away
Where are you going when you go away





I Don’t Like the Cold: by Mark Hobbs

I’m working my fingers down till they bleed
I’ll walk many miles on broken knees
Take a stick in the eye and a poke in the throat
Baby cover me cause I don’t like the cold

I like the warm sunshine and summertime green
The stillness of the stars and the nighttime breeze
Don’t care for ice fishing I’d rather freeze
I don’t like the cold so baby cover me

I’d run naked through the park I’d drink a quart of bleach
I’d chase silly dreams so far out of reach
I’d even eat caviar though I think that’s so gross
Baby cover me cause I don’t like the cold

I like the warm sunshine and summertime green
The stillness of the stars and the nighttime breeze
Don’t care for ice fishing I’d rather freeze
I don’t like the cold so baby cover me

I like the warm sunshine and summertime green
The stillness of the stars and the nighttime breeze
Don’t care for ice fishing I’d rather freeze
I don’t like the cold so baby cover me





All Torn Down: by Mark Hobbs

Honey there was a time, when I thought I’d lose my mind
If ever came a day when you were gone
It was no fault of your own, well my heart had turned to stone
Don’t know what I was fearing, don’t know what was wrong

Bringing down the poles that raise up the big top
Load them ponies up in wagons
Removing the paint from the faces of every clown
All torn down, torn down, down to the ground

You were coming home kinda late, walking through that front gate
I was sitting out on the step playing guitar and having a beer
My heart dropped five feet, when you said it all to me
Babe it’s over, time to let it be

Bringing down the poles that raise up the big top
Load them ponies up in wagons
Removing the paint from the faces of every clown
All torn down, torn down, down to the ground

I had the screws turned down tight, so that nothing could take flight
It’d take more than a hurricane to move
And when the rain came down, the circus had left town
Chains busted from the elephants’ ankles, they were free to roam around

Bringing down the poles that raise up the big top
Load them ponies up in wagons
Removing the paint from the faces of every clown
All torn down, torn down, down to the ground

Bringing down the poles that raise up the big top
Load them ponies up in wagons
Removing the paint from the faces of every clown
All torn down, torn down, down to the ground

All torn down, torn down, down to the ground




Cornfield Highways: by Mark Hobbs


Many miles down cornfield highways
East to West and North to South
I love the miles of the cornfield highways
It’s all that’s going on

Stopped along the way in Caledonia
A front yard sale I pulled over
If just for the love of saying hello
Cause you never know

Many miles…..

If you ever get so lucky take the road that follows
The Rock River down through Illinois
I take it a lot always makes me wonder
Something always changing on that road

Many miles…..

I’ve meandered from Rockford uncounted and plenty
The times Hwy 2 stole my heart
The mighty oaks grow where Blackhawk called home
There’s a statue looking down over Oregon

Many miles……
Inst.

All roads will bring you somewhere
But this one somewhere different each time
I never wished it alone it’s been wished upon me
Something about that road sets me free

Many miles….

Just many miles of cornfields
I love the miles of the cornfield highways
It’s all that’s going on…….

It really is all that’s going on

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