Trouble in the fields

Baby, I know that we got trouble in the fields And the bankers swarm like locusts out there, turning away our yields And the trains roll by our silo, silver in the rain Leave our pockets full of...

Baby, I know that we've got trouble in the fields When the bankers swarm like locusts out there turning away our yield. The trains roll by our silos, silver in the rain. They leave our pockets full of...