This is mostly played in the key of G, I have seen her use E shapes on capo
3, so if you prefer it that way just hit "transpose"
3|2|0|0|0|3 - G
x|3|2|0|1|0 - C
x|2|4|4|3|2 - Bm
x|x|0|2|3|2 - D
3|x|0|0|1|3 - Gsus4
x|2|0|0|0|3 - G/B
x|0|2|0|1|0 - Am7
x|2|4|2|3|0 - Bm7
[G] [Am7] [Bm7] [C]
[G] Baby I k[C]now that we've got tr[Bm]ouble in the field[C]s
When the b[G]ankers swarm like lo[C]cust out there tu[D]rning away our yi[G]eld[Gsus4]
[G] The trains roll [C]by our silos, s[Bm]ilver in the r[C]ain
They leave our po[G]ckets full of no[C]thing but our dr[D]eams and the golden gr[G]ain[Gsus4]
[G] Have you seen the f[C]olks in line [Bm]downtown at the st[C]ation
[G] They're all buying their [C]tickets out and t[D]alking the great dep[G]ressio[Gsus4]n
[G] Our parents h[C]ad their hard times f[Bm]ifty years a[C]go
When they s[G]tood out in these em[C]pty fields in d[D]ust as deep as s[G]now
Chorus:
[G] And all this t[C]rouble in our fi[D]elds
If this ra[G]in can [G/B]fall, these wo[C]unds can heal
They'll never t[D]ake our native s[G]oil[Gsus4]
[G] But if we [C]sell that new John Dee[D]re
And then we'll w[G]ork these c[G/B]rops with sw[C]eat and tears
You'll be the mu[G]le I'll be[Am7] the plow
Come [Bm7]harvest time we'll w[C]ork it out
There's still a lotta[Am7] love, h[D]ere in these troubled fi[G]elds[Am7][Bm7][C]
There's a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days
And there's a little bit of you and a little bit of me
In the photos on every page
Now our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders
They never want the rain to fall or the weather to get colder
Repeat Chorus
Outro:
You'll be[G] the mule I'll be [Am7]the plow
Come ha[Bm]rvest time we'll work it o[C]ut
There's still a [Am7]lotta love, h[D]ere in these troubled fie[G]lds
3, so if you prefer it that way just hit "transpose"
3|2|0|0|0|3 - G
x|3|2|0|1|0 - C
x|2|4|4|3|2 - Bm
x|x|0|2|3|2 - D
3|x|0|0|1|3 - Gsus4
x|2|0|0|0|3 - G/B
x|0|2|0|1|0 - Am7
x|2|4|2|3|0 - Bm7
[G] [Am7] [Bm7] [C]
[G] Baby I k[C]now that we've got tr[Bm]ouble in the field[C]s
When the b[G]ankers swarm like lo[C]cust out there tu[D]rning away our yi[G]eld[Gsus4]
[G] The trains roll [C]by our silos, s[Bm]ilver in the r[C]ain
They leave our po[G]ckets full of no[C]thing but our dr[D]eams and the golden gr[G]ain[Gsus4]
[G] Have you seen the f[C]olks in line [Bm]downtown at the st[C]ation
[G] They're all buying their [C]tickets out and t[D]alking the great dep[G]ressio[Gsus4]n
[G] Our parents h[C]ad their hard times f[Bm]ifty years a[C]go
When they s[G]tood out in these em[C]pty fields in d[D]ust as deep as s[G]now
Chorus:
[G] And all this t[C]rouble in our fi[D]elds
If this ra[G]in can [G/B]fall, these wo[C]unds can heal
They'll never t[D]ake our native s[G]oil[Gsus4]
[G] But if we [C]sell that new John Dee[D]re
And then we'll w[G]ork these c[G/B]rops with sw[C]eat and tears
You'll be the mu[G]le I'll be[Am7] the plow
Come [Bm7]harvest time we'll w[C]ork it out
There's still a lotta[Am7] love, h[D]ere in these troubled fi[G]elds[Am7][Bm7][C]
There's a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days
And there's a little bit of you and a little bit of me
In the photos on every page
Now our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders
They never want the rain to fall or the weather to get colder
Repeat Chorus
Outro:
You'll be[G] the mule I'll be [Am7]the plow
Come ha[Bm]rvest time we'll work it o[C]ut
There's still a [Am7]lotta love, h[D]ere in these troubled fie[G]lds
