Greg Brown
Lullaby at the Edge of Town
Golden wheat and price of bread; never meant to come so far
Tractors dozin' like dinosaurs; all LBJ's old scars
All across the United States lookin' for relief to get inside
Blood and flags flappin' on the moon;
The boys tried and they tried and tried and tried, ayay

Underwear dancin' on the line from sea to shining sea
Drunk car came lurching to a red light stop; it's just how it had to be
Meet you down at the factory just before they feed the beast
We'll get our picture taken standing side by side while all of Dallas sleeps

Golden wheat and taste of bread; kid's t-shirt is much too small
That Ford will never move, move, move again; it don't rain much in fall
Don't rain much in fall; rain much in the fall; the fall
In the fall, the fall, in the fall, the fall [fade]