sarah harmer
trouble in the fields
Baby, I know that we got trouble in the fields  And the bankers swarm like locusts out there, turning away our yields  And the trains roll by our silo, silver in the rain  Leave our pockets full of nothing but these dreams of the golden grain   I can see the folks lined up 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  And 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 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 on every page  Our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders  They don't 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  And 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