Corn in the fields. Listen to the rice when the wind blows cross the water, King Harvest has surely come I work for the union cause shes so good to me; And Im bound to come out on top, Thats where she said I should be I will hear every word the boss may say, For hes the one who hands me down my pay Looks like this time Im gonna get to stay, Im a union man, now, all the way The smell of the leaves, From the magnolia trees in the meadow, King Harvest has surely come A dry summer, and then come fall, Which I depend on most of all Hey, rainmaker, cant you hear the call? Please let these crops grow tall! Long enough Ive been up on Skid Row And its plain to see, Ive nothin to show Im glad to pay those union dues, Just dont judge me by my shoes A scarecrow in a yellow moon, Pretty soon, the carnival on the edge of town, King Harvest has surely come Last year, this time, wasnt no joke, My whole barn went up in smoke My horse Jethro, well, he went mad And I cant ever remember things bein that bad Now here comes a man with a paper and pen Tellin us our hard times are about to end And then, if they dont give us what we like He said, Men, thats when you gotta go on strike! Corn in the fields Listen to the rice when the wind blows cross the water, King Harvest has surely come youtu.be/lxzQChNxQQ8
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 16:06:03 +0000
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