Trouble In The Fields - Nanci Griffith

Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields

When the bankers swarm like locust out there

Turning away our yield

The trains roll by our silos

Silver in the rain

They leave our pockets full 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 ticket 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

And all this trouble in our fields

If this rain can fall

These 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 lot of 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

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

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 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