| See that man in the field over yonder
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| With dirt on his hands and a loan on his back
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| He’s the man that puts the food on your table
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| He’s the man that grows the clothes on your back
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| Were running a mile out of the house he was born in
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| Tending on the sidelines and watching him fall
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| Selling his land to the big corporations
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| What you gonna do when they get it all
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| He’s been rolled for sure treated like a outlaw
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| Turned down sold out, put out to graze
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| He’s been pushed you know when he can push no more
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| It gets a little harder everyday
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| He’s the American farmer
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| And he damn hard to beat
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| Better wake up America, wake up America
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| Coz if the man don’t work then the people don’t eat
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| He’s sending the high tech stuff of to Russia
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| I can’t figure what where doing it for
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| We should be sending the wheat and meat and cotton
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| Coz a loaf of bread never started no war
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| See that man in the middle of city
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| Eatin' outta garbage cans, sleepin' in the street
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| See that baby, moping in the kitty
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| To make ends meet
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| It’s a damn disgrace on the face of America
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| Hungry people everywhere you go
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| Children in Africa starving by the fields
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| While the land lays fallow and the banks foreclose
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| He’s the American farmer
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| And he damn hard to beat
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| Better wake up America, wake up America
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| Coz if the man don’t work then the people don’t eat
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| He’s an American, he’s an American, he’s an American, American farmer
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| Never him through
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| Coz if he goes down swinging
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| You better know where gonna go down swinging to
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| He’s the American farmer
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| And he damn hard to beat
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| Better wake up America, wake up America
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| Coz if the man don’t work then the people don’t eat
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| I said the people don’t eat
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| I said the people don’t eat |