The field's a desert
Not a place to sow a seed
The dust has settled
And the rich man ignored our pleas

What once was a bountiful place
To lay down the plough
Is just a no man's land
Howling in the dust now

Why are the men in suits still able to cheat and bleed
While I'm still tending this land
Trying to scrounge a dime for a mouth to feed?
And the dust [bad word] and choked up my land
And covered with tumbleweeds

The only rain that falls on this land are
The tears that fall from me
The tears that fall from me
The tears that fall from me

Why are the men in suits still able to cheat and bleed
While I'm still tending this land
Trying to scrounge a dime for a mouth to feed?
And the dust [bad word] and choked up my land
And covered with tumbleweeds

The only rain that falls on this land are
The tears
Are the tears
Are the tears
Are the tears
That fall from me