See that man in the field over yonder

With dirt on his hands and a loan on his back

He’s the man that puts the food on your table

He’s the man that grows the clothes on your back

Were running a mile out of the house he was born in

Tending on the sidelines and watching him fall

Selling his land to the big corporations

What you gonna do when they get it all



He’s been rolled for sure treated like a outlaw

Turned down sold out, put out to graze

He’s been pushed you know when he can push no more

It gets a little harder everyday





He’s the American farmer

And he damn hard to beat

Better wake up America, wake up America

Coz if the man don’t work then the people don’t eat



He’s sending the high tech stuff of to Russia
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I can’t figure what where doing it for

We should be sending the wheat and meat and cotton

Coz a loaf of bread never started no war

See that man in the middle of city

Eatin’ outta garbage cans, sleepin’ in the street

See that baby, moping in the kitty

To make ends meet



It’s a damn disgrace on the face of America

Hungry people everywhere you go

Children in Africa starving by the fields

While the land lays fallow and the banks foreclose







He’s an American, he’s an American, he’s an American, American farmer

Never him through

Coz if he goes down swinging

You better know where gonna go down swinging to





I said the people don’t eat

I said the people don’t eat

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