Corn in the fields
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water
King Harvest has [bad word] 
I work for the union 'cause she's so good to me
And I'm bound [bad word] out on top
that's where she said I should be
I will hear every word the boss may say
For he's the one who hands me down my pay
Looks like this time I'm gonna get to stay
I'm a union man, now, all the way

The smell of the leaves
from the magnolia trees in the meadow
King Harvest has [bad word] 
Dry summer, [bad word] fall
Which I depend on most of all
Hey, rainmaker, can't you hear my call?
Please let these crops grow tall
Long enough I've been up on Skid Row
And it's plain to see, I've nothing to show
I'm glad to pay those union dues
Just don't judge me by my shoes

Scarecrow and a yellow moon
and pretty soon a carnival on the edge of town
King Harvest has [bad word] 
Last year, this time, wasn't no joke
My whole barn went up in smoke
My horse Jethro, well he went mad
And I can't remember things being so bad
Then [bad word] a man with a paper and a pen
Telling us our hard times are about to end
And then, if they don't give us what we like
He said, "Men, that's when you gotta go on strike"

Corn in the fields
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water
King Harvest has [bad word]