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Baby, I know that we’ve got trouble in the fields

When the bankers swarm like locusts they’re turning away our yields

Our dreams roll by our silo, silver in the rain

And leave our pockets full of nothing and our dreams in the golden grain

Have you sees the folks in line downtown at the station?

They’re all buying their tickets out and they’re talking a great depression

Our parents had their hard times fifty years ago

When they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as snow

And all this trouble in our fields

If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal

They’ll never take our native soil

If we sell that new John Deere

Then we’ll work these farm with sweat and tears

You’ll be the mule, I’ll be the plow

Come harvest time, we’ll work it out

There’s still a lot of love

Here in these troubled fields

There’s a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days

There’s a little bit of you and a little bit of me in the photos in every page

Now our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders

They never want the rain to fall or the weather to get colder

And all this trouble in our fields

If this rain can fall these wounds can heal

They’ll never take our native soil, no If we sell that new John Deere

Then we’ll work these farm with sweat and tears

You’ll be the mule, I’ll be the plow

Come harvest time, we’ll work it out

There’s still a lot of love

Here in these troubled fields

You’ll be the mule, I’ll be the plow

Come harvest time, we’ll work it out

There’s still a lot of love

Here in these troubled fields

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