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GBaby I Cknow that we've got Bmtrouble in the fieldCs
When the Gbankers swarm like loCcusts out there
D7turning away our yielGds Gsus
GThe trains roll Cby our silo, Bmsilver in the raiCn
And leave our Gpockets full of Cnothing
but our dD7reams and the golden graiGn C/G
GAnd all this Ctrouble in our fields
If this Grain can G/Bfall, these Cwounds can heal
They'll never taD7ke our native soiGl C G
What if we Csell that new John D7Deere?
And then we'll Gwork these cG/Brops with sCweat and tear
You'll be the mule,G I'll be the plow;Am7
Come harvest time Bm7we'll work it ouCt
There's still a Am7lot of love,
D7here in these troubled fieldGs Gsus
Have you seen the folks in line downtown at the station?
They're all buying their tickets out
and they're 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
There's a book up on the shelf about those dust bowl days
And there's a little bit of me and a little bit of you
in the photos on every page
Now our children live out in the city
and they rest upon our shoulders
They never want this rain to fall
or the weather to get colder
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