Song | King Harvest (Has Surely Come) |
Artist | The Band |
Album | Collected |
作词 : Robertson | |
Corn in the fields. | |
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water, | |
F/a fm/abc | |
King harvest has surely come. | |
Am g bb f/g 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, "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. |
zuò cí : Robertson | |
Corn in the fields. | |
Listen to the rice when the wind blows ' cross the water, | |
F a fm abc | |
King harvest has surely come. | |
Am g bb f g 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, " 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. |