The Gunman and Other Stories

I saw you from the tractor
The harvest had begun
You were the lovechild of two gods
I was the farmer's awkward son

You left Mount Olympus
To find your soul mate
I left a scribbled note, quote:
"Dear Pa, this year harvest can wait."

You took the match to my dry August days
Cornfield ablaze! Cornfield ablaze!
Flames licked the sky, that was some summer haze
Cornfield ablaze! Cornfield ablaze!
How do I love you? Let me count the ways...

Cornfield ablaze!

Pa, don't be angry
The fields that were host
To the corn and the wheat:
The fact is they're toast!
In self-defence I'm obligued to point out
There'll always be a risk of combustion
When there's been a drought

You took the match to my dry August days
Cornfield ablaze! Cornfield ablaze!
Flames licked the sky, that was some summer haze
Cornfield ablaze! Cornfield ablaze!
How do I love you? Let me count the ways...

Cornfield ablaze!

Imagine if the firemen worked and worked for days
And still the cornfields stayed ablaze...

Her hair it was golden
Her hair it was yarn
We were playing with fire
In the number one barn
Carried away like
Two sparks on a breeze
Then we fused into one
At a thousand degrees

You overwhelmed agricultural man
Cornfield ablaze! Cornfield ablaze!
You wild pyromaniac daughter of Pan
Cornfield ablaze! Cornfield ablaze!
You took a scarecrow and made him a man...

Cornfield ablaze!
Cornfield ablaze!
Cornfield ablaze!
Cornfield ablaze!