Pickin' wasn't easy
Kept you brown and thin
Been a child for every season
That the fruit was on the limb
Pack the truck, Maria
Tell the kids we're off again
Cross a dozen states or more
We'll teach 'em what we can
Teach 'em what we can
We can't do more
The land is good
But still the livin's poor
Harvest in September
Drought in mid-July
January's peeking
Through a white lace gypsy sky
March rolls into April
Then plant and pray for rain
Sweat like hell in August
Run the circle once again
acRun the circle once again
And then once more
The land is good
But still the livin's poor
Oregon in August Michigan in May
Tryin' to make enough
To keep my family on its way
And buy the pickin' boss a drink
To keep working every day
You know it isn't honest
But you do it any way
Do it anyway to keep alive
Do it anyway to keep alive
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