Driving through the south
No need to stop for gas
That's all taken care of
By the gas man
Some of it is very beautiful
And some of it has scars
And some of it is ugly
As a bigot in a bar
Driving through the south by car
Me and Bonn and Charlie B
The night makes us stop
By the side of the road for tea
I stare up in the distance
A branding iron is stuck up in the night sky
It's in the shape of America
And it's in flames
But I'm not sure why
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
And we know a secret
It happened some time ago
A woman k**ed a man here
She was in a traveling show
Burlesque you could say
With breasts and body beautiful
But serpents appeared from her shoulder blades
That's why the people come
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
We don't we don't we don't want to go
We're in Virginia now
It's so beautiful and green
Hill and valleys and opens skies
Yes it's the best we've ever seen
We're still sitting by the roadside
Waitin' for a sign
Yeah me and Bonn and Charlie B
Together for a time
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
We don't we don't we don't want to go
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
Into the cornfields
We don't we don't we don't want to go back there