Sawyer Brown lyrics

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 Get This Ringtone

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