See that man in the field over yondernWith dirt on his hands and a loan on his backnHe’s the man that puts the food on your tablenHe’s the man that grows the clothes on your backnWere running a mile out of the house he was born innTending on the sidelines and watching him fallnSelling his land to the big corporationsnWhat you gonna do when they get it allnnHe’s been rolled for sure treated like a outlawnTurned down sold out, put out to grazenHe’s been pushed you know when he can push no morenIt gets a little harder everydaynn[chorus]nHe’s the American farmernAnd he damn hard to beatnBetter wake up America, wake up AmericanCoz if the man don’t work then the people don’t eatnnHe’s sending the high tech stuff of to RussianI can’t figure what where doing it fornWe should be sending the wheat and meat and cottonnCoz a loaf of bread never started no warnSee that man in the middle of citynEatin’ outta garbage cans, sleepin’ in the streetnSee that baby, moping in the kittynTo make ends meetnnIt’s a damn disgrace on the face of AmericanHungry people everywhere you gonChildren in Africa starving by the fieldsnWhile the land lays fallow and the banks foreclosenn[chorus]nnHe’s an American, he’s an American, he’s an American, American farmernNever him throughnCoz if he goes down swingingnYou better know where gonna go down swinging tonn[chorus]nI said the people don’t eatnI said the people don’t eatn