Maura O'Connell - Trouble In The Fields Lyrics
Baby, I know that we've got trouble in the fieldsWhen the bankers swarm like locusts they're turning away our yieldsOur dreams roll by our silo, silver in the rainAnd leave our pockets full of nothing and our dreams in the golden grainHave you sees the folks in line downtown at the station?They're all buying their tickets out and they're talking a great depressionOur parents had their hard times fifty years agoWhen they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as snowAnd all this trouble in our fieldsIf this rain can fall, these wounds can healThey'll never take our native soilIf we sell that new John DeereThen we'll work these farm with sweat and tearsYou'll be the mule, I'll be the plowCome harvest time, we'll work it outThere's still a lot of loveHere in these troubled fieldsThere's a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl daysThere's a little bit of you and a little bit of me in the photos in every pageNow our children live in the city and they rest upon our shouldersThey never want the rain to fall or the weather to get colderAnd all this trouble in our fieldsIf this rain can fall these wounds can healThey'll never take our native soil, noIf we sell that new John DeereThen we'll work these farm with sweat and tearsYou'll be the mule, I'll be the plowCome harvest time, we'll work it outThere's still a lot of loveHere in these troubled fieldsYou'll be the mule, I'll be the plowCome harvest time, we'll work it outThere's still a lot of loveHere in these troubled fields
