G5      C5                   B5                  C5 
Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields 
         G5                    C5  
When the bankers swarm like locusts out there  
D5                   G5  G5 
turning away our yields 
G5               C5            B5               C5 
The trains roll by our silo, silver in the rain 
              G5               C5          
And leave our pockets full of nothing  
         D5                       G5   C5 
but our dreams and the golden grain 
 

G5            C5               D5 
And all this trouble in our fields 
        G5        G5         C5 
If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal 
                D5               G5  C5  G5 
They'll never take our native soil 
           C5                  D5 
What if we sell that new John Deere? 
               G5           G5        C5 
And then we'll work these crops with sweat and tear 
                   G5                 A5 
You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow;  
                  B5             C5 
Come harvest time we'll work it out 
                A5  
There's still a lot of love,  
D5                          G5  G5 
here in these troubled fields  
 
 
Have you seen the folks in line downtown at the station? 
They're all buying their tickets out  
and they're 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 
 
Chorus 
 
There's a book up on the shelf about those dust bowl days 
And there's a little bit of me and a little bit of you  
in the photos on every page 
Now our children live out in the city 
and they rest upon our shoulders 
They never want this rain to fall  
or the weather to get colder 
 
Chorus