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[00:00.00] 作曲 : Hewerdine
[00:15.58]In October we will come
[00:18.58]A hundred and fifty thousand strong
[00:22.58]When the picking's over we'll be gone
[00:26.58]They call us the harvest gypsies
[00:30.58]We only come because we must
[00:34.58]We are driven here by dust
[00:37.58]And they won't even look at us
[00:41.58]They call us the harvest gypsies
[00:37.58]There's apricots in Santa Clare
[00:48.58]Kern County they have apples there
[00:52.58]And grapes they're growing everywhere
[00:55.58]All for the harvest gypsies
[01:18.58]In a walnut grove I met a man
[01:22.58]Who lost a child before San Fran
[01:26.58]We're strangers they don't understand
[01:29.58]We are the harvest gypsies
[01:33.58]The hardest that it's ever been
[01:36.58]I sold my blankets for gasoline
[01:41.58]And it's only hunger I have seen
[01:44.58]Now I'm a harvest gypsy
[01:48.58]And the gondolas and railway lines
[01:53.58]Filled with men when it is time
[01:55.58]Drawn by the orange and the lime
[01:59.58]All harvest gypsies
[02:20.58]They hate it when their taxes rise
[02:24.58]And the squatter camps that they despise
[02:27.58]Without us they would rot and die
[02:32.58]Without the harvest gypsies
[02:36.58]And the Holbrooks we were farming men
[02:39.58]And I dream one day we will again
[02:42.58]To miss the soil's a curious pain
[02:46.58]When you're a harvest gypsy