Intro: 
D         Bm                  G     A 
Whoa-whoa whooooaaa whoa whoa whoa 
D         Bm                  G     A     D 
Whoa-whoa whoooooaa whoa whoa whoa 
 
Verse 1: 
D 
There are tears in the eyes of the scarecrow 
Bm 
His head is sinkin' low 
G 
He tends his fields with the best of them 
    D                    A 
Thinkin love can make it grow 
             D 
But when the landlord says "Its over" 
        Bm 
And the harvest has turned cold 
G 
There ain't enough to pay the man 
D                    A 
After the crops have been sold 

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        G                      A 
Tell me what do we see when we look in the mirror 
D                            Bm 
He don't see no money but he sees something clearer 
          G                   D                    A 
There's a man doin all that he can in the midst of no concern 
              G                        A 
Well he ain't out in the sun tryin' to get his arms brown 
     D                              Bm 
He's tryin' to pull a livin' out of that ol' hard ground 
G                        D                           A 
These days a man and his dreams can get a little bit burned 
A                        D         Bm                     G     A 
Workin' on a farmer tan, whoa-whoa whooooooaaaa whoa whoa whoa 
D         Bm                   G    A    D 
Whoa-whoa whoooooaaa whoa whoa whoa
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Verse 2: (same chords) 
 
The fruits of his labor 
Have dried upon the vine 
He dont' want for finer things 
He's wanting to get by 
There are fertile fields of compassion 
We have yet to turn 
We educate and we nominate 
But will we ever learn? 
 
Repeat Chorus twice