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