The Migrant Worker - 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

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

Run 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 anyway

Do it anyway

To keep alive

Do it anyway to keep alive