This is a political song so i thought I would post it over here as well...

[WCGreen]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDtXffjM4T8

I play it slightly different because I felt it should be a quiet song...

[kentuck]

1. Great job, WC!

Very excellent!

[WCGreen]

2. It is a good song.. Heartfelt...

[Quantess]

3. That's you?

[WCGreen]

4. Yep...

[SalviaBlue]

5. I really loved your song.

It reminds me of Jakob Dylan's, Women and Country, Everybody's Hurting... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0PhFXYUKaY

I follow your blog. Thanks for sharing your journey... and your song.

Love,
Sally

[WCGreen]

6. I wish it was my song....

Nanci Griffith...

[SalviaBlue]

7. You made it yours, she would be proud to hear it.

[pinboy3niner]

11. A friend of mine used to play guitar backing up Nanci

Actually he's more of an acquaintance than a friend, though we've spent some hours in some pretty heavy conversation. And Nanci's reviews gave him serious props.

You do a great job with the material. Well done! :thumbsup:

[WCGreen]

12. I've seen her three times now...

One of my favorite singers...

[CaliforniaPeggy]

8. Such a good song!

And you are the artist that makes it sing...

Thank you for lifting our hearts!


Recommended.

[johnnie]

9. Love it Chris!

Thanks for posting it.

[ClayZ]

10. Thank you for posting this beautiful song!

I am going to check out your other videos! Bravo!

K and R

[shanine]

13. Thank you, Chris

K'n'R

[CaliforniaPeggy]

14. Lyrics to the song:

(Nanci Griffith & Rick West)

Baby I know that we've got trouble in the fields
When the bankers swarm like locust out there turning away our yield
The trains roll by our silos, silver in the rain
They leave our pockets full of nothing
But our dreams and the golden grain

Have you seen the folks in line downtown at the station
They're all buying their ticket out and talking the great depression
Our parents had their hard times fifty years ago
When they stood out in these empty fields in dust as deep as snow


And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal
They'll never take our native soil
But if we sell that new John Deere
And then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears
You'll be the mule I'll be the plow
Come harvest time we'll work it out
There's still a lotta love, here in these troubled fields

There's a book up on the shelf about the dust bowl days
And there's a little bit of you and a little bit of me
In the photos on every page
Now our children live in the city and they rest upon our shoulders
They never want the rain to fall or the weather to get colder



You'll be the mule I'll be the plow
Come harvest time we'll work it out
There's still a lotta love, here in these troubled fields