The Migrant Worker Lyrics - Jim Croce

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 

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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