Trouble in the Fields - Kyle Carey/Rhiannon Giddens.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Kyle Carey
[00:08.522]Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields
[00:14.148]When the bankers swarm like locust out there turning away our yield
[00:23.051]The trains roll by our silos, silver in the rain
[00:28.460]They leave our pockets full of nothing
[00:31.612]But our dreams and the golden grain
[00:36.675]Have you seen the folks in line downtown at the station
[00:43.611]They're all buying their ticket out and talking the great depression
[00:51.277]Our parents had their hard times fifty years ago
[00:57.202]When they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as snow
[01:05.644]And all this trouble in our fields
[01:09.083]If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal
[01:14.369]They'll never take our native soil
[01:19.907]But if we sell that new John Deere
[01:23.293]And then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears
[01:28.677]You'll be the mule I'll be the plow
[01:32.113]Come harvest time we'll work it out
[01:35.817]There's still a lotta love, here in these troubled fields
[01:42.476]……
[02:13.412]There's a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days
[02:19.595]And there's a little bit of you and a little bit of me
[02:23.259]In the photos on every page
[02:27.735]Now our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders
[02:34.868]They never want the rain to fall or the weather to get colder
[02:42.422]And all this trouble in our fields
[02:45.917]If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal
[02:51.091]They'll never take our native soil
[02:56.541]But if we sell that new John Deere
[03:00.067]And then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears
[03:05.380]You'll be the mule I'll be the plow
[03:08.876]Come harvest time we'll work it out
[03:12.567]There's still a lotta love, here in these troubled fields
[03:19.974]You'll be the mule I'll be the plow
[03:23.526]Come harvest time we'll work it out
[03:26.922]There's still a lotta love, here in these troubled fields

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作曲 : Kyle Carey
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
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 lotta 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
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 lotta 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 lotta love, here in these troubled fields