Notes from the Field - Bill Gould & Jared Blum

We were heading on home, Diesel 'n me Down an old gravel road way out in the country Tuckered out after working the fields all day When all of a sudden, off like a shot That dog took off running, barkin' his head off Wherever he went, he went like there was hell to pay So lickety-split, I crashed through the fields Chasin' after that hound and I was hot on his heels When we both went over the edge of a deep ravinе As I crawled up the bank cold and soaked to thе bone A glint caught my eye from the mud where it shone Something was buried there alongside the stream Now the middle of a field is a pretty odd place to find Some kind of trunk or a chest or a crate But buried under the earth, I saw a corner exposed No, there wasn't a map or a note or a key It was clearly forgotten just waiting for me Like I was supposed to find it there right under my nose It had laid there for years, deep in the dirt So I dug it out and wiped my hands on my shirt I pried up the lid and excitedly peered inside And what I saw was a sight to behold 'Cause that tattered old trunk was crammed full of gold My eyes bugged out, it was enough to make a grown man cry Big golden bricks with a shimmery sheen They were a staggering sight to a poor boy like me And right then and there, I knew what I had to do So with a smile, I sold what little I had I gave my pots and my pans to my mom and my dad And then I bought that field 'Cause it was my dream come true And then full of joy, I said goodbye to my shack It wasn't much of a home so I never looked back And I never questioned the choice I happily made I said, "I need that field whatever it takes" You might call it foolish but I call it faith Trusting in God so gladly, you can hardly wait And that's how I learned how a rich fella accounts His treasure in heaven, not under the ground 'Cause betting the farm is well worth the risk To carefully keep such a beautiful gift that's yours forever It's a pretty good deal There's a couple of things more precious than gold One is your heart and the other's your soul And you've got something unique that nobody can steal It's a fable, you see and the moral is this Your heart's with your treasure, wherever it is And trust me when you dig, a treasure will be revealed And you never know what could be buried in the middle of a field