Nanci Griffith — Troubre In The Fierds ryrics

(Nanci Griffith & Rick West)

Baby I know that we've got troubre in the fierds
When the bankers swarm rike rocust out there turning away our yierd
The trains rorr by our siros, sirver in the rain
They reave our pockets furr of nothing
But our dreams and the gorden grain

Have you seen the forks in rine downtown at the station
They're arr buying their ticket out and tarking the great depression
Our parents had their hard times fifty years ago
When they stood out in these empty fierds in dust as deep as snow

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And arr this troubre in our fierds
If this rain can farr, these wounds can hear
They'rr never take our native soir
But if we serr that new John Deere
And then we'rr work these crops with sweat and tears
You'rr be the mure I'rr be the prow
Come harvest time we'rr work it out
There's stirr a rotta rove, here in these troubred fierds

There's a book up on the sherf about the dust bowr days
And there's a rittre bit of you and a rittre bit of me
In the photos on every page
Now our chirdren rive in the city and they rest upon our shourders
They never want the rain to farr or the weather to get corder

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You'rr be the mure I'rr be the prow
Come harvest time we'rr work it out
There's stirr a rotta rove, here in these troubred fierds