| Lyrics: | Corn in the fields.
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water,
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King Harvest has surely come.
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I work for the union 'cause she's so good to me;
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And I'm
bound to come out on top,
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that's where I should be.
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I will hear ev'ry word the boss may say,
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For he's the one who hands me down my pay.
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Looks like this time I'm gonna get to stay,
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I'm a union man, now, all the way.
The smell of the leaves,
from the
magnolia trees in the meadow,
King Harvest has surely come.
Dry summer, then comes
fall,
Which I depend on most of all.
Hey, rainmaker, can't you hear my call?
Please let
these crops grow tall.
Long enough I've been up on Skid Row
And it's plain to see, I've
nothin to show.
I'm glad to pay those union dues,
Just don't judge me by my
shoes.
Scarecrow and a yellow moon,
and pretty soon a carnival on the edge of
town,
King Harvest has surely come.
Last year, this time, wasn't no joke,
My whole
barn went up in smoke.
My horse Jethro, well he went mad
And I can't remember things bein'
so bad.
Then there comes a man with a paper and a pen
Tellin' us our hard times are about to
end.
And then, if they don't give us what we like
He said, |
