| 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. |
| zuo ci : 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. |
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