1. Empty Fields

From the recording Come Hell or High Water

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PJ Brunson: Acoustic guitar, lead and harmony vocals
Glen Alexander: Fiddle
Pamela Dale: Harmony vocals
Donny Fletcher: Percussion
Danny Guyton: Mandolin
Tom Kuhn: Bass
Jim Brindle: Lyrics
PJ Brunson: Music


Empty Fields

I can see the evening sky through the peeling
window frame
It’s dark and cloudy, and it looks like it may rain
This old tin roof will leak, like it has done for years
Still it has sheltered us, and all our dreams and fears
All our fears

This four-room wood frame house is bound to
feel our pain
Those dusty fields out back just have to know
our shame
All the memories pass my eyes, and I can’t
stop the tears
It’s almost dark, and time for leaving’s getting near
Getting near


And there’s a cross in the kitchen that says,
“Jesus Saves”
In a home full of memories that we’ll take to our graves
The fields are empty and the wolves are at the door
The plows are rusty, we don’t use them anymore

We raised our children here, and fed our family well
But now our luck has changed, and all has gone to hell
This small-time farming has a taste that’s bittersweet
The mortgage overdue, and bills that we can’t meet
We can’t meet


The truck is almost full, and we’ll be leaving soon
We’ll take our clothes, the furniture, and the dishes
if there’s room
The pictures, books, and all the other things that
we’ve packed
The Farmers Bank can have the rest, we won’t be
coming back
Not coming back