Trouble in the Fields Lyrics

Trouble in the Fields
Nanci Griffith/Rick West

Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm like locust ot there turning away our yield
The trains roll by our silos, silver in the rain
They leave our pockets fill of nothing
But our dreams and the golden grain

Have you seen the folks in line downtown at the station
They're all buying their tickets out and talking the 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.

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And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall, thes wounds can heal
They'll never take our native soil
But if we sell that new John Deere
And then we'll work these crops 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 lotta love..here in these troubled fields.

There's a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days
And there's a little bit of you and a little bit of me
In the photos on every page
Our children live in the cith and the rest upon our shoulders
They never want the rain to fall or the weather to get colder

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You'll be the mule I'll be the plow
Come harvest time we'll work it out
There's still a lotta love..here in these troubled fields.