Ian Munsick and Vince Gill - Field of Dreams

There's a tractor in a pasture
Out past the blacktop roads
Can't get there faster than an Appaloosa goes
And if my horse can't take me there
That's where my mind will roam
To my old man's field of dreams

All he ever wanted was a simple life out west
Somewhere that the bankers hadn't bought and fenced in yet
Met a cowgirl up in Cody, he asked and she said yes
In my old man's field of dreams

He worked hard until the sun went down
Played fiddle all night long
Said "Boys, go chop some cottonwood
'Cause winter's coming on"
Hope for snow up on the mountain
Pray rain in the spring
For my old man's field of dreams

There ain't no getting rich baling alfalfa hay
But that bar band, beer joint money
Well it kept the wolves away
Hell, money never was the kinda green he loved anyway
It was my old man's field of dreams, play 'er Vince

He worked hard until the sun went down
Played fiddle all night long
Said "Boys, go chop some cottonwood
'Cause winter's coming on"
Hope for snow up on the mountain
Pray rain in the spring
For my old man's field of dreams

There's a tractor in a pasture
Out past the blacktop roads
Can't get there faster than an Appaloosa goes
And just like we did him, someday I hope they lay me low
In my old man's field of dreams
In my old man's field of dreams

Written by:
Ian Munsick, Jeremy Spillman, Vincent Gill

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