Intro: Whoa-whoa whooooaaa whoa whoa whoa Whoa-whoa whoooooaa whoa whoa whoa Verse 1: There are tears in the eyes of the scarecrow His head is sinkin' low He tends his fields with the best of them Thinkin love can make it grow But when the landlord says "Its over" And the harvest has turned cold There ain't enough to pay the man After the crops have been sold Tell me what do we see when we look in the mirror He don't see no money but he sees something clearer There's a man doin all that he can in the midst of no concern Well he ain't out in the sun tryin' to get his arms brown He's tryin' to pull a livin' out of that ol' hard ground These days a man and his dreams can get a little bit burned Workin' on a farmer tan, whoa-whoa whooooooaaaa whoa whoa whoa 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