Lyric King Harvest

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 she s so good to me
And I m bound to come out on top that s where I should be
I will hear ev ry word the boss may say
For he s the one who hands me down my pay
Looks like this time I m gonna get to stay
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, "Men, that s 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