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\f0\fs24 \cf0 Trouble in the Fields\
Nanci Griffith\
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(slow)\
Intro:  C  Csus  C  Csus\
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C      F                   Em             F\
Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields\
         C                  F/A               G                C Csus C\
When the bankers swarm like locusts out there turning away our yield\
C               F            Em            F                    C\
The trains roll by our silos silver in the rain, they leave our pockets   \
        F/A             G                     C   Csus C\
full of nothing but our dreams and the golden grain\
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C                 F             Em              F\
Have you seen the folks in line downtown at the station\
            C                    F/A     G                   C Csus C\
They're all buying their tickets out and talking the great depression\
C           F                    Em        F\
Our parents had their hard times 50 years ago\
          C                  F/A             G               C Csus C\
When they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as snow\
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            F              Gsus\
And all the trouble in the field\
       C                   F\
If the rain can fall these wounds can heal\
              G               C Csus C\
They'll never take our native soil\
          F                  G\
But if we sell that new John Deere\
           C                     F\
Then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears\
                   C               Dm7\
You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow\
                 Em               F\
Come harvest time we'll work it out\
                Dm          G                        C Csus C\
There's still a lot of love here in these troubled fields\
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Break\
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C             F              Em                          F\
  There's a book up on the shelf about those dust bowl days, and there's a\
C                      F/A                      G                 C Csus C                  \
little bit of me and a little bit of you in the photos on every page\
C            F                         Em              F\
Our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders\
     C               F/A                G                   C Csus C\
They never want the rain to fall or the weather to get colder\
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Refrain (repeat last three lines)}