C F e F
Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields
C F G7 C
When the bankers swarm like locusts they’re turning away our yields
C F e F
The trains roll by our silos, silver in the rain
C F
They leave our pockets full of nothing
G7 C
And 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
Chorus:
F G7 C F
And all this trouble in our fields If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal
G7 C F G7
They'll never take our native soil And if we sell that new John Deere
C F
We'll work this farm with sweat and tears
C d e F
You'll be the mule I'll be the plough Come harvest time we'll work it out
d G7 C
There's still a lotta 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
Chorus
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.