[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