Field Of Men chords by Spitzer Space Telescope Ii

Intro:


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Verse 1:
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In all of the travels that ever I've been
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I never did leave the field of men
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In all of my travels what I've learned is few
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But I'll sing what I know to be true
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True
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True
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True

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Verse 2:
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Some say that our field was planted and sown
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And some say it's savage and wild overgrown
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Some claim the great gardner is seen 'tween the rows
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A-reaping and a-tilling the ground as he goes
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Goes
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Goes
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Goes

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Verse 3:
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This field of men it borders no end
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This field of men it covers the land
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Of all kinds and all colours it freely Do grow
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And a-meet them you will when a-rambling you go
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Go
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Go
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Go

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Verse 4:
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Now there's some that grow black with a poisonous
fruit
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They're twisted and withered and rotten in root
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But don't you pick them or reap them if any you meet
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For the blackest of fruit can be turned into sweet
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Sweet
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Sweet
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Sweet

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Verse 5:
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This world is the greatest of fields ever known
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And this field has the greatest of fruits ever grown
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This fruit is the courage and wisdom of men
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And it's spreading like fire all over the land
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Land
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Land
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Land

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Verse 6:
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Oh, rich is this field where all men Do grow
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And many is the journey which all men Do go
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So if on your travel my friend we should meet
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We'll sing and we'll share of a fruit for to eat
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Eat
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Eat
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Eat

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