Sweet Corn - Fred Eaglesmith

Well out on the corner of third and green They're dealing prescription amphetamines And you count your fingers when you shake their hands 'cause they'll steal y

The church is like a tinderbox the preachers got a match salvation is a raining down and falling down the cracks the choir master revved em up and washed em whi

Quietly her fair falls across her pillow quietly she stirs in the morning light quietly she stares up at the ceiling the she sits up and she looks into my eyes