Rosanne Cash - The Sunken Lands lyrics

Five cans of paint And the empty fields And the dust reveals The children cry The work never ends There's not a single friend Who will hold her hand In the sunken lands? The mud and tears Melt the cotton bolls It's a heavy toll His words are cruel And they sting like fire Like the devil's choir But who will hold her hand In the sunken lands? The river rises And she sails away She could never stay Now her work is done In the sunken lands There's five empty cans