Trouble In The Fields Lyrics - From A Distance - Nanci Griffith

Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields 

When the bankers swarm like locust out there turning away our yield 

The trains roll by our silos, silver in the rain 

They leave our pockets full of nothing 

But 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 

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And all this trouble in our fields 

If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal 

They'll never take our native soil 

But if we sell that new John Deere 

And then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears 

You'll be the mule I'll be the plow 

Come harvest time we'll work it out 

There's still a lot of 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 lot of love, here in these troubled fields