we've got trouble in the fields
And turnin' away our yields
The trains roll by our side,
They leave our pockets full of nothing
but our dreams and the golden grain
Have you seen the folks in line
They're all buying their ticket out
and talking the Great Depression
Our parents had their hard times
But they stood out in these empty fields
And all this trouble in our fields,
They'll never take our native soil.
But if we sell that new -drawn deer,
then we'll work these cows
There's still a lot of love
Here in these troubled fields
There's a book up on the shelf
And there's a little bit of you
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 cold
And all this trouble in our fields,
They'll never take our native soil.
But if we sell that new -drawn deer,
then we'll work these cobs
You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow
There's still a lot of love
Here in these troubled fields
You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow
There's still a lot of love
Here in these troubled fields you
