In nineteen and seventy-nine they lived in an old schoolbus
Earn 3000$ in good years and in bad ones it's half as much
They're fruit tramps like their parents have been and like their children will be as well
They still get diminutive wages and people say they'll someday go to hell
Linda is 23 years and Luther Henry has 13 years more
They're picking cherries in Maine and strawberries right outside your door
Many month it's been raining the harvest is rotting in the fields
And often their four year old daughter for a whole day gets nothing to eat
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Take heed what I say this can't be today
A strong back and a lack of will-power is not everything that you need
A belly full of hard liquor eases the work in the field
Playing poker in the night and sipping a bottle of gin
Is the only pleasure they get it's the only game they're able win
They get up at four in the morning start picking before the sun's coming up
Eight hours later many baskets are filled but they cannot give up
For three more hours they pick in the parching sun
And at five o'clock in the evening a 25$ job it is done
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Take heed what I say this can't be today
They all are American people but people treat them like dogs
Seems that men become animals when they pick in the morning fog
Rich men should know that all fruits that they eat are picked by people like Henry
Then they'd give them enough money and not only one third of their fee
For a short time they settled up north near the border of Canada
But their blood was too thin for the cold and I don't know where they now are
Luther Henry suffers from cancer and he wants to go home for to die
In 1992 they all feel so bad that they just can't stop cryin'
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Love is their only religion their delight and for their children they live
Though they are starving with them and they don't have enough for to give
Luther's still living and he don't want to die
But before he will go to hell he'll go out and pick under blue sky
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Take heed what I say this can't be today
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In nineteen and seventy-nine they lived in an old schoolbus
Earn 3000$ in good years and in bad ones it's half as much
They're fruit tramps like their parents have been and like their children will be as well
They still get diminutive wages and people say they'll someday go to hell
Linda is 23 years and Luther Henry has 13 years more
They're picking cherries in Maine and strawberries right outside your door
Many month it's been raining the harvest is rotting in the fields
And often their four year old daughter for a whole day gets nothing to eat
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Take heed what I say this can't be today
A strong back and a lack of will-power is not everything that you need
A belly full of hard liquor eases the work in the field
Playing poker in the night and sipping a bottle of gin
Is the only pleasure they get it's the only game they're able win
They get up at four in the morning start picking before the sun's coming up
Eight hours later many baskets are filled but they cannot give up
For three more hours they pick in the parching sun
And at five o'clock in the evening a 25$ job it is done
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Take heed what I say this can't be today
They all are American people but people treat them like dogs
Seems that men become animals when they pick in the morning fog
Rich men should know that all fruits that they eat are picked by people like Henry
Then they'd give them enough money and not only one third of their fee
For a short time they settled up north near the border of Canada
But their blood was too thin for the cold and I don't know where they now are
Luther Henry suffers from cancer and he wants to go home for to die
In 1992 they all feel so bad that they just can't stop cryin'
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Love is their only religion their delight and for their children they live
Though they are starving with them and they don't have enough for to give
Luther's still living and he don't want to die
But before he will go to hell he'll go out and pick under blue sky
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Earn 3000$ in good years and in bad ones it's half as much
They're fruit tramps like their parents have been and like their children will be as well
They still get diminutive wages and people say they'll someday go to hell
Linda is 23 years and Luther Henry has 13 years more
They're picking cherries in Maine and strawberries right outside your door
Many month it's been raining the harvest is rotting in the fields
And often their four year old daughter for a whole day gets nothing to eat
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Take heed what I say this can't be today
A strong back and a lack of will-power is not everything that you need
A belly full of hard liquor eases the work in the field
Playing poker in the night and sipping a bottle of gin
Is the only pleasure they get it's the only game they're able win
They get up at four in the morning start picking before the sun's coming up
Eight hours later many baskets are filled but they cannot give up
For three more hours they pick in the parching sun
And at five o'clock in the evening a 25$ job it is done
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Take heed what I say this can't be today
They all are American people but people treat them like dogs
Seems that men become animals when they pick in the morning fog
Rich men should know that all fruits that they eat are picked by people like Henry
Then they'd give them enough money and not only one third of their fee
For a short time they settled up north near the border of Canada
But their blood was too thin for the cold and I don't know where they now are
Luther Henry suffers from cancer and he wants to go home for to die
In 1992 they all feel so bad that they just can't stop cryin'
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Love is their only religion their delight and for their children they live
Though they are starving with them and they don't have enough for to give
Luther's still living and he don't want to die
But before he will go to hell he'll go out and pick under blue sky
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Take heed what I say this can't be today
Writer: Juergen Bichlmeier
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