Lyrics Farmer Tan - 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
 
                                    
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