Blue Rodeo - King Harvest lyrics
[Blue Rodeo - King Harvest lyrics]
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 every 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
A dry summer, and then come fall
Which I depend on most of all
Hey, rainmaker, can't you hear the call?
Please let these crops grow tall
Long enough I've been up on Skid Row
And it's plain to see
I've got nothin' to show
I'm glad to pay those union dues
Just don't judge me by my shoes
A scarecrow in a yellow moon
Pretty soon, the 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 ever remember
Things bein' that bad
Now here comes a man with a paper and 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
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 every 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
A dry summer, and then come fall
Which I depend on most of all
Hey, rainmaker, can't you hear the call?
Please let these crops grow tall
Long enough I've been up on Skid Row
And it's plain to see
I've got nothin' to show
I'm glad to pay those union dues
Just don't judge me by my shoes
A scarecrow in a yellow moon
Pretty soon, the 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 ever remember
Things bein' that bad
Now here comes a man with a paper and 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