"King Harvest (Rehearsal Version)" lyrics
(from "The Last Waltz" soundtrack)
Corn in the fields
Listen to the rice when the rind 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 here 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, rain maker, can 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 nothin' to show
I'm glad to pay those union dues
Just don't judge me by my shoes
A scarecrow and a yellow moon
And pretty soon, a carnival on the edge of town
King Harvest has surely come
Last year this time, it wasn't no joke
My whole barn went up in smoke
And our horse Jethro, he went mad
And I can't ever remember things bein' that bad
Now here come a man with a paper and a pen
Tellin' us our hard times are about to end
And that 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 rind blows 'cross the water
King Harvest has surely come
Listen to the rice when the rind 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 here 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, rain maker, can 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 nothin' to show
I'm glad to pay those union dues
Just don't judge me by my shoes
A scarecrow and a yellow moon
And pretty soon, a carnival on the edge of town
King Harvest has surely come
Last year this time, it wasn't no joke
My whole barn went up in smoke
And our horse Jethro, he went mad
And I can't ever remember things bein' that bad
Now here come a man with a paper and a pen
Tellin' us our hard times are about to end
And that 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 rind blows 'cross the water
King Harvest has surely come
Writer(s): Robbie Robertson
