Out in the field when the first has been born
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Folks sing a song, song of the corn
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Late in the day when the secrets are sworn
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Folks tell a tale, tale of the corn
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I heard a commotion one late afternoon
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Someone was singing a funeral tune
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As I lay watching them hoist up the cross
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Something was burning, something was lost
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Could you believe what the scarecrow had seen
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Folks come to fall down to their knees
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Rumours of strangers been buried alive
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Black bats and barnyards send chills at my spine
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Song Of The Corn
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| The Coral |
