[Verse 1]
Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm like locusts
They're turning away our yields
Our dreams roll by our silos silver in the rain
They leave our pockets full of nothing
And our dreams in the golden grain

[Verse 2]
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]
And all this trouble in my 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
Then we'll work this farm 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 lot of love here in these troubled fields
[Verse 3]
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 in 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

[Chorus]
And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall these wounds can heal
They'll never take our native soil (No)
And if we sell that new John Deere
Then we'll work this farm 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 lot of love here in these troubled fields

[Outro]
You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow
Come harvest time we'll work it out
There's still a lot of love here in these troubled fields