Potter's Field
I thought of you when you were gone and the oak tree lost it's leaves
I thought of you when you were gone and easier to please
And I was just a sorry Judas, walking down by the scarps of stone
Where nothing grows
Where poor souls all call their homes
The Potter's Field, there ain't no marker stone
Where they buried my bones
I thought of you when days were long, when I was cruel when I was kind
I thought of you when days went by, when I was drunk when I was blind
And I was just a sorry Judas, went walking down by the scarps of stone
Where nothing grows
Where poor souls all call their homes
The Potter's Field, there ain't no marker stone
Where they buried my bones
Where nothing grows
It don't rain and it don't snow
The sun don't shine and the wind never blows
Where they buried my bones