Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trouble in the Fields, artist - Maura O'Connell. Date of issue: 07.10.1994
Song language: English
Trouble in the Fields |
| Baby, I know that we’ve got trouble in the fields |
| When the bankers swarm like locusts they’re turning away our yields |
| Our dreams roll by our silo, silver in the rain |
| And leave our pockets full of nothing and our dreams in the golden grain |
| Have you sees the folks in line downtown at the station? |
| They’re all buying their tickets out and they’re talking a 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 |
| And all this trouble in our fields |
| If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal |
| They’ll never take our native soil |
| If we sell that new John Deere |
| Then we’ll work these farm 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 |
| There’s a little bit of you and a little bit of me in the photos in 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 |
| And all this trouble in our fields |
| If this rain can fall these wounds can heal |
| They’ll never take our native soil, no If we sell that new John Deere |
| Then we’ll work these farm 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 |
| 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 |