Farmer Tan — текст песни (Sawyer Brown)

There are tears in the eyes of the scarecrow
His head is sinking` low
He tends his fields with the best of them
Thinkin` love can make it grow
But when the landlord says it`s over
And the harvest has turned cold
There ain`t enough to pay the man
After the crops have been sold

Chorus
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
He ain`t in the sun tryin` to get his arms brown
He`s tryin` to pull a livin` out of that old hard ground
These days a man and his dreams can get a little burned
Workin` on a farmer tan
Workin` on a farmer tan

The fruits of his labor, have dried up on the vine
He don`t 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

Chorus repeats twice