Lyrics:

There's a tractor in a pasture out past the blacktop roads
Can't get there any faster than an Appaloosa goes
And if my horse can't take me there, that's where my mind will roam
To my old man's field of dreams
All he ever wanted was a simple life out west
Somewhere that the bankers hadn't bought and fenced in yet
Met a cowgirl up in Cody, he asked and she said yes
In my old man's field of dreams
He worked hard until the sun went down, played fiddle all night long
Said, "Boys, go chop some cottonwood 'cause winter's comin' on"
Hope for snow up on the mountain, pray for rain in the spring
For my old man's field of dreams
There ain't no gettin' rich baling alfalfa hay
But that bar band beer joint money, well, it kept the wolves away
Hell, money never was the kinda green he loved anyway
It was my old man's field of dreams
Play her, Vince

He worked hard until the sun went down, played fiddle all night long
Said, "Boys, go chop some cottonwood 'cause winter's comin' on"
Hope for snow up on the mountain, pray for rain in the spring
For my old man's field of dreams
There's a tractor in a pasture out past the blacktop roads
Can't get there any faster than an Appaloosa goes
And just like we did him, someday I hope they lay me low
In my old man's field of dreams
In my old man's field of dreams