Harvest Gypsies

歌詞

In October we will come A hundred and fifty thousand strong When the picking's over we'll be gone They call us the harvest gypsies We only come because we must We are driven here by dust And they won't even look at us They call us the harvest gypsies There's apricots in Santa Clare Kern County they have apples there And grapes they're growing everywhere All for the harvest gypsies (Instrumental) In a walnut grove I met a man Who lost a child before San Fran We're strangers they don't understand We are the harvest gypsies The hardest that it's ever been I sold my blankets for gasoline And it's only hunger I have seen Now I'm a harvest gypsy And the gondolas and railway lines Filled with men when it is time Drawn by the orange and the lime All harvest gypsies (Instrumental) They hate it when their taxes rise And the squatter camps that they despise Without us they would rot and die Without the harvest gypsies And the Holbrooks we were farming men And I dream one day we will again To miss the soil's a curious pain When you're a harvest gypsy