The Migrant Worker Lyrics by Jim Croce

The Migrant Worker

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 it's 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