Lyrics

Brown Eyed Susan - Kilby Taylor

Looks like midnight's falling on this North Jersey field
A field I grew up on
A field that was real
A field that would harvest every dream I could dream
And it never turned it's back on me

Well now brown eyed Susan used to run in theses fields
'Till she got cut up by the passion and the wounds never healed
She spends all her time on that New York state line
And never comes to visit this field of mine

*(REFRAIN)
Roll on, roll on brown eyed Susan
She just keeps on turning her wheels
Roll on brown eyed Susan
Yea she's rolling on by theses North Jersey fields
I said yea, yea North Jersey Fields
Down here everything was real

Well there's an auburn moon hanging high in the sky
As hometown heroes, well they keep riding on by
And I keep searching for that faithful Susan
But she aint showing here tonight

'Cause there's too many memories hidden in her heart
And when Susan walks these fields, they just rip her apart
And I guess I should have known that you would be leaving here soon
But Susan I can't run these fields alone...no, no
*(REFRAIN)

Well now back on those fields I would sing her seranades
And that corn crop would shield us from that state trooper parade
That corn crop is gone
And I'm still singing songs
But tonight I sing them in a lonely way

So now Susan you can run
That run you gotta run
I'll stay back in these fields as the lonely chosen one
And I'll build a cross of wood
Held together by nails of steel
As a symbol that you used to run in these fields
*(REFRAIN)