Harvest Gypsies Chords by Kris Drever

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_ _ _ _ _ _ In October we [Dm] will [D] come, a hundred and [G] fifty thousand strong,
When the picking's over [D] we'll be gone.
They call us the [G] Harvest Gypsies, _ we only came because [Dm] we must.
We were driven here [G] by dust, and they won't [Dm] even look at us.
We're only [G] Harvest _ Gypsies.
_ Zebra [C] cuts in [Dm] Santa Clara, in Cairn County they [G] have apples there.
And the grapes they're [Dm] growing everywhere, _ [G] we're the Harvest Gypsies.
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_ In a walnut grove [Dm] I met a man, who lost a child [G] before San Fran.
We're strangers they [Dm] don't _ understand, we are [G] the Harvest _ [Em] Gypsies.
The hardest that it's [F] ever been, _ sold my blankets [G] for gasoline.
_ It's only hunger [Dm] I have seen, now I'm a [G] Harvest Gypsy. _ _
The gondolas, the railway [D] _ lines, filled with men [G] when it is time.
Drawn by the [D] orange and the lime, all the [G] Harvest _ Gypsies.
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_ _ _ They hate us when their [Dm] taxes rise, the squatter [G] caps that they _ despise.
Without us they [D] would rot and die, without [G] the Harvest Gypsies.
_ [Em] The whole brooks [C] we were [F] farming men, I dream one day I will [G] again.
To miss the soils a [D] curious pain, when you're a [G] Harvest Gypsy. _
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