In my short time I've heard it told
That the man that wins is the man that's bold
First come first and the last leave empty
It's all fair, son, in these fields of plenty
In school I was told,
don't fall behind In the dole's no place for any child of mine
And there's room at the top and they promised a century
A chance for a share in their fields of plenty
So debts we made and debts we paid
And the price they set was eight hours a day
And you'll work it off,
son,
if you start in your twenties
And trade your years in these fields of plenty
So cribs we bought and houses sold And
the debt bought credit and the credit
bought the homes
But the work soon dried and the loans they
ended Well,
it's winner takes all in these fields
of plenty
So I say then, all you know
And the way you come is the way
you'll go
And I promise you this,
you won't miss a penny
When you're lying beneath your fields of plenty
In
my short time I've heard it told That
the man that wins is the man that's bold
First come first and the last leave empty
It's all fair, son, in these fields of plenty