Trouble in the Fields - Nanci Griffith

作词：Doug Lancio/Doug Lancio/Frank Christian/James Hooker/Jennifer Kimball/John Hurley/John Mock/John Mock/Lee Satterfield/Lee Satterfield/Lee Satterfield/Nanci Griffith/Nanci Griffith/Nanci Griffith/Pat Mc Inerney/Pat Mc Inerney/Ron de la Vega/Ron de la Vega/Andrick West/Bobby Vee/Jeff Vee/John Mock/Nanci Griffith

作曲：Doug Lancio/Doug Lancio/Frank Christian/James Hooker/Jennifer Kimball/John Hurley/John Mock/John Mock/Lee Satterfield/Lee Satterfield/Lee Satterfield/Nanci Griffith/Nanci Griffith/Nanci Griffith/Pat Mc Inerney/Pat Mc Inerney/Ron de la Vega/Ron de la Vega/Andrick West/Bobby Vee/Jeff Vee/John Mock/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

There downtown at the station

They're all buying their ticket

Out and their 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 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 those 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 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

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

You'll be the mule

I'll be the plow

Come harvest time

We'll work it out

There's still a lotta love

Right here in these troubled fields