Corn in the fields.
|
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water,
|
FA FmAb C
|
King Harvest has surely come.
|
|
Am G Bb FG C
|
I work for the union 'cause she's so good to me;
|
Am F
|
And I'm bound to come out on top,
|
Dm E
|
that's where I should be.
|
Am Bb C G
|
I will hear ev'ry word the boss may say,
|
Am Bb C G
|
For he's the one who hands me down my pay.
|
Am Bb C G
|
Looks like this time I'm gonna get to stay,
|
Am Bb C G Am G Bb F
|
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,
|
|
-----------------
|
King Harvest (Has Surely Come)
|
| The Band |
