Trouble in the Fields 歌词

歌曲	Trouble in the Fields
歌手	Sarah Harmer
专辑	Songs for Clem
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Griffith, West
	Baby, I know that we got trouble in the fields
	And the bankers swarm like locusts out there, turning away our yields
	And the trains roll by our silo, silver in the rain
	Leave our pockets full of nothing but these dreams of the golden grain
	I can see the folks lined up downtown at the station
	They're all buying their tickets out and they're talking a 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
	And if we sell that new John Deere 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 lot of love here in these troubled fields
	There's a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days
	There's a little bit of you and a little bit of me in the photos on every page
	Our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders
	They don't 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
	And 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 lot of 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 lot of love here in these troubled fields

	zuo qu : Griffith, West
	Baby, I know that we got trouble in the fields
	And the bankers swarm like locusts out there, turning away our yields
	And the trains roll by our silo, silver in the rain
	Leave our pockets full of nothing but these dreams of the golden grain
	I can see the folks lined up downtown at the station
	They' re all buying their tickets out and they' re talking a 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
	And if we sell that new John Deere 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 lot of love here in these troubled fields
	There' s a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days
	There' s a little bit of you and a little bit of me in the photos on every page
	Our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders
	They don' t 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
	And 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 lot of 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 lot of love here in these troubled fields

	zuò qǔ : Griffith, West
	Baby, I know that we got trouble in the fields
	And the bankers swarm like locusts out there, turning away our yields
	And the trains roll by our silo, silver in the rain
	Leave our pockets full of nothing but these dreams of the golden grain
	I can see the folks lined up downtown at the station
	They' re all buying their tickets out and they' re talking a 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
	And if we sell that new John Deere 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 lot of love here in these troubled fields
	There' s a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days
	There' s a little bit of you and a little bit of me in the photos on every page
	Our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders
	They don' t 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
	And 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 lot of 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 lot of love here in these troubled fields

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