CRUELTY Track 9
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I dream of wheat threshers and golden fields
The joy, the promise of a well-earned yield
I see my sweet Maggie hold our baby’s hand
On the day we signed for my father’s land
I was sober as a nun when they flashed their brights
And gave me a ticket for a broke taillight
They did some casual searching and just by chance
They stumbled on a bundle of forbidden plants
Now, I never done nothin’ to hurt no one
I never stole a penny, never fired a gun
Still a court-appointed lawyer couldn’t keep me free
‘Cause I spend one night a week in private revelry
God made man and God made grace
And both should thrive in almost any place
But man made rules and man made fear
And man made this cell where I’ll stay three years
My girl will be in pre-school when I make my return
I’ll have no job, no cash, no will to burn
Now, I could smoke a whole damn field and never match the harm
Of this grounding from the pounding of the law’s long arm
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