Written by Gregg Hubbard/Mark A. Miller
Intro: D Bm G A 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 soldVerse 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 twiceG 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 D Bm G A D Whoa-whoa whoooooaaa whoa whoa whoa