Intro:
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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
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
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Whoa-whoa whoooooaaa whoa whoa whoa
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