How'd you do it Mrs. Reynolds How'd you raise such a sweet boy With all that trouble and all that noise In the shadows of that old plant Must be those flat fields for fightin' Red dirt dreams for dyin' But that ain't your way And it ain't mine If it wasn't for you I'd be right on time Those flat fields for fightin' Red dirt dreams for dyin' But that ain't your way And it ain't mine If it wasn't for you I'd be right on time Do you ever go to New Orleans And if you do Do you stay all night You get back here Do you tell him you love him Do you ever wish you could get a little more of it Those flat fields for fightin' Red dirt dreams for dyin' But that ain't your way And it ain't mine If it wasn't for you I'd be right on time Those flat fields for fightin' Red dirt dreams for dyin' But that ain't your way And it ain't mine If it wasn't for you I'd be right on time And I see your beauty in everything The kind that scares me I could run away to New Orleans But that wouldn't be fair Would it? Saw the smoke before the fire Heard the trumpet then the choir The fields were green before the fightin' broke out The skies were blue before the gray The sun was bright before the rain My soul was whole before you ripped it right out They say the rest is history They say that I am history It's not a good time to fight If we were playin' games I'd let you win It's not a good time to fight No It was never But you wanted it to end You wanted it to end We ran out of rope to burn So now it's ashes in the urn The grass is dead beneath our boots All that is left is a truce All that is left is a truce It's not a good time to fight If we were playin' games I'd let you win It's not a good time to fight No It was never But you wanted it to end You wanted it to end You wanted it to end You wanted it to end
