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 she said 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 nothing 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 being that bad Now here comes a man with a paper and pen Telling 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