Maura O'Connell - Trouble in the fields

Baby, I ^Cknow that we've got ^Bmtrouble in the ^Cfields When the ^Gbankers swarm like ^Clocusts They are ^Dturning away our ^Gyield The trains roll ^Cby our silos, ^Bmsilver in the ^Crain They leave our ^Gpockets full of ^Cnothing And our ^Ddreams and the golden ^Ggrain

Have you seen the ^Cfolks in line, ^Bmdowntown at the ^Cstation ^G They're all buying their t^Cickets out And they're ^Dtalking the great de^Gpression Now our parents ^Chad their hard times ^Bmfifty years a^Cgo When they ^Gstood out in these ^Cempty fields In ^Ddust as deep as ^Gsnow

And all this ^Ctrouble in our ^Dfields If this ^Grain can ^G/Bfall, these ^Cwounds can heal They'll never ^Dtake our native ^Gsoil And if we ^Csell that new John ^DDeere And we ^Gwork this ^G/Bfarm with ^Csweat and tears You'll be the ^Gmule, I'll be the ^Amplough Come harvest tim^G/Be we'll work it o^Cut There's still a lotta ^Amlove, ^Dhere in these troubled ^Gfields ^{Am G/B C G}

There's a book up ^Con the shelf a^Bmbout the dust bowl ^Cdays And there's a ^Glittle bit of you and a ^Clittle bit of me In the ^Dphotos on every ^Gpage Now our children ^Clive in the city and they^Bm rest upon our ^Cshoulders They ^Gnever want the ^Crain to fall Or the ^Dweather to get ^Gcolder

And all this ^Ctrouble in our ^Dfields If this ^Grain can ^G/Bfall, these ^Cwounds can heal They'll never ^Dtake our native ^Gsoil And if we ^Csell that new John ^DDeere And we ^Gwork this ^G/Bfarm with ^Csweat and tears You'll be the ^Gmule, I'll be the ^Amplough Come harvest tim^G/Be we'll work it o^Cut There's still a lotta ^Amlove, ^Dhere in these troubled ^Gfields ^{Am G/B C G}

You'll be the mule, I'll be the ^Amplough Come harvest tim^G/Be we'll work it o^Cut There's still a ^Amlotta love, ^Dhere in these troubled ^Cfiel^Gds___