Matt Costa - Sweet Thursday

I'm waiting in the pines
I'm waiting in the forest
Pilon at my side
The treasure lies before us

And so we started walking
We knew they couldn't harm us
And how the wind is crying
When misty morning dawn breaks

We'll walk back to the flats
With gallons in our hands

We're working in the fields
We're working on the farms
we do just like our fathers
How can they take that from us?