New Faces in the Field

The highway sign said the Georgia line was twenty miles away
I thought I'd take a detour and see the old home place
I could have found my way back with my eyes closed and in the dark
This old dirt road ain't on the map, I know the way by heart

And the house still looks the same
Though the name on that old mailbox has been changed
And a tractor turns the earth
That my daddy and a mule had plowed up first
As the memories return and my eyes begin to burn
This old place has new faces in the fields

The rocking chairs on the front porch move from the sudden wind
It's almost like my mom and dad are sitting there again
I hear my brother calling me from his favorite climbing tree
But I'm just hearing echoes of how things used to be

But the house still looks the same
Though the name on that old mailbox has been changed
And a tractor turns the earth
That my daddy and a mule had plowed up first
As the memories return and my eyes begin to burn
This old place has new faces in the fields
As the memories return and my eyes begin to burn
This old place has new faces in the fields