Текст песни Sawyer Brown - Farmer Tan
Sawyer Brown - Farmer Tan слова песни
There are tears in the eyes of the scarecrowHis head is sinking` lowHe tends his fields with the best of themThinkin` love can make it growBut when the landlord says it`s over And the harvest has turned coldThere ain`t enough to pay the manAfter the crops have been sold ChorusTell me what do we see when we look in the mirrorHe don`t see no money but he sees something clearerThere`s a man doin` all that he can in the midst of no concernHe ain`t in the sun tryin` to get his arms brownHe`s tryin` to pull a livin` out of that old hard groundThese days a man and his dreams can get a little burnedWorkin` on a farmer tanWorkin` on a farmer tanThe fruits of his labor, have dried up on the vineHe don`t want for finer things, he`s wanting to get byThere are fertile fields of compassionWe have yet to turnWe educate and we nominate but will we ever learn Chorus repeats twice