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Harvest Gypsies

Key: A

Introduction: D    G/B    C9    G/B    D    

difficulty
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D                      G/B            C9                                                              G/B              D  
In October we will come, a hundred and fifty thousand strong,
                                D              G/B      C9                                                                                      G/B            D  
When the picking's over, we'll be gone, they call us the har - vest gypsies!
             D                                 G/B         C9                                         G/B              D  
We only come be - cause we must, we are driven here by dust,
             D                      G/B    C9                                                                              G/B         D  
And they won't even look at us, they call us the har - vest gypsies!
                             D                                 G/B    C9                                                                 G/B            D  
And the hardest that it's ever been, I sold my blankets for gaso - line,
                             D                    G/B  C9                                                         G/B         D  
And it's only hunger I    have seen, now I'm a har - vest gypsy!
     C9      G/B              D  
     /    /      /    /         /    /      /    /
                                          D                 G/B      C9                                                                         G/B            D  
And there's apricots in Santa Clare, at Kern County they have apples there,
                D                                                      G/B         C9                                                    G/B         D  
And grapes they're growing every - where, all for the har - vest gypsies!
                  D                              G/B    C9                                                                 G/B      D  
In a walnut grove I met a man, who lost his child be - fore San Fran',
                          D                                      G/B         C9                                                      G/B         D  
We're strangers they don't un - derstand, we are the har - vest gypsies!
                             D                            G/B      C9                                                         G/B            D  
And the gondalas and railway lines, filled with men when it is time,
                D                                 G/B         C9                                         G/B         D  
Drawn by the orange and the lime, all the har - vest gypsies!
     C9      G/B              D  
     /    /      /    /         /    /      /    /
                D                                            G/B      C9                                                                            G/B                      D  
They hate it when their taxes rise, and the squatter camps that they des - pise,
                     D                                         G/B         C9                                                 G/B            D  
With - out us they would rot and die, without the har - vest gypsies!
                             D                                            G/B      C9                                                                    G/B                 D  
And the Holbrook's, we were farming men, and I dream, one day, we will a - gain,
          D                                            G/B         C9                                                      G/B         D  
To miss the soil's a curious pain, when you're a har - vest gypsy!
C9                    G/B                                      D  
                  When you're a harvest gypsy, yeah - eah!
C9                    G/B                                    D  
                  When you're a harvest gyp - sy!