Farmer Tan

<br>There are tears in the eyes of the scarecrow<br>His head is sinking` low<br>He tends his fields with the best of them<br>Thinkin` love can make it grow<br>But when the landlord says it`s over <br>And the harvest has turned cold<br>There ain`t enough to pay the man<br>After the crops have been sold <br><br>Chorus<br>Tell me what do we see when we look in the mirror<br>He don`t see no money but he sees something clearer<br>There`s a man doin` all that he can in the midst of no concern<br>He ain`t in the sun tryin` to get his arms brown<br>He`s tryin` to pull a livin` out of that old hard ground<br>These days a man and his dreams can get a little burned<br>Workin` on a farmer tan<br>Workin` on a farmer tan<br><br>The fruits of his labor, have dried up on the vine<br>He don`t want for finer things, he`s wanting to get by<br>There are fertile fields of compassion<br>We have yet to turn<br>We educate and we nominate but will we ever learn <br><br>Chorus repeats twice