A borrowed sunday suit A pair of snakeskin boots And a hand spun tale of woe which overcame them Of a wheel within a wheel A dread they all could feel Out there in the fields of Pennsylvania
After breaking bread He looked at them and said, "There's a fire coming soon, but I can save ya" Sang an old forgotten song And the children sang along Voices rising up in pennsylvania
So clap hands Stomp feet Love has come now Love to set you free When the hammer hits the wheel There's smoke there in the steel The word it felt so heavy in his hand
Then just like that, he's gone The spirit pushes him along He slouches now towards eastern Pennsylvania
So clap hands Stomp feet Love has come now Love to set you free The darkness drops again Then the wheels begin to spin Burning down the fields of pennsylvania
