The field's a desert
Not a place to sow a seed
The dust has settled
And the rich man ignored our pleas

What once was a bountiful place to lay down the plough
Is just a no man's land howling in the dust now

Why are the men in suits still able to cheat and bleed
While I'm still tending this land trying to scrounge a dime for a mouth to feed?
And the dust has come and choked up my land and covered with tumbleweeds

The only rain that falls on this land are the tears 
That fall from me
The tears that fall from me
The tears that fall from me

Woo woo, woo...

Why are the men in suits still able to cheat and bleed
While I'm still tending this land trying to scrounge a dime for a mouth to feed?
And the dust has come and choked up my land and covered with tumbleweeds

The only rain that falls on this land are the tears
Are the tears
Are the tears
Are the tears that fall from me