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Verse:
G C G/B C
Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields
G C D G
And the bankers swarm like locusts out there turning away our yields
Trains roll by our silo silver in the rain
With 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 50 years ago
When they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as snow
Chorus
C D G C
And all this trouble in our fields, if this rain can fall these wounds can heal.
D G
They'll never take our native soil.
C D
If we sell that new John Deere,
G C
then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears.
G Am G/B C
You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow, come harvest time we'll work it out.
Am D G
There's still a lot of love here in these troubled fields.
Solo
There's a look upon the shelf about the dustball 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.
Chorus
C* = x32033
G/B = x20033
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