Intro: D G/B Cadd9 G/B D (2x) D G/B Cadd9 G/B D In October we will come, a hundred and fifty thousand strong, D G/B Cadd9 G/B D When the picking's over, we'll be gone, they call us the har - vest gypsies! D G/B Cadd9 G/B D We only come be - cause we must, we are driven here by dust, D G/B Cadd9 G/B D And they won't even look at us, they call us the har - vest gypsies! D G/B Cadd9 G/B D And the hardest that it's ever been, I sold my blankets for gaso - line, D G/B Cadd9 G/B D And it's only hunger I have seen, now I'm a har - vest gypsy! G Cadd9 G/B D/A Dsus2 D Dsus4 D Dsus2 D ||: Oh---oh, oh, oh, oh! /___/ /___/ /___/ :|| x3 Cadd9 G/B D | / / / / | / / / / | D G/B Cadd9 G/B D And there's apricots in Santa Clare, at Kern County they have apples there, D G/B Cadd9 G/B D And grapes they're growing every - where, all for the har - vest gypsies! D G/B Cadd9 G/B D In a walnut grove I met a man, who lost his child be - fore San Fran', D G/B Cadd9 G/B D We're strangers they don't un - derstand, we are the har - vest gypsies! D G/B Cadd9 G/B D And the gondalas and railway lines, filled with men when it is time, D G/B Cadd9 G/B D Drawn by the orange and the lime, all the har - vest gypsies! G Cadd9 G/B D/A Dsus2 D Dsus4 D Dsus2 D ||: Oh---oh, oh, oh, oh! /___/ /___/ /___/ :|| x3 Cadd9 G/B D | / / / / | / / / / | D G/B Cadd9 G/B D They hate it when their taxes rise, and the squatter camps that they des - pise, D G/B Cadd9 G/B D With - out us they would rot and die, without the har - vest gypsies! D G/B Cadd9 G/B D And the Holbrook's, we were farming men, and I dream, one day, we will a - gain, D G/B Cadd9 G/B D To miss the soil's a curious pain, when you're a har - vest gypsy! G Cadd9 G/B D/A Dsus2 D Dsus4 D Dsus2 D ||: Oh---oh, oh, oh, oh! /___/ /___/ /___/ :|| x3 Cadd9 G/B D When you're a harvest gypsy, yeah - eah! G Cadd9 G/B D/A Dsus2 D Dsus4 D Dsus2 D ||: Oh---oh, oh, oh, oh! /___/ /___/ /___/ :|| x3 Cadd9 G/B D D When you're a harvest gyp - sy!
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