| 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 |