Farmer Tan

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