Mike Cullison - The Grapes of Wrath Are Ripe Again Lyrics

A sad circumstance caused a migration west
To fields of honey and shadows of death
Cold and hunger were all that they feared
As Sixty-six became a trail of tears
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Oh the grapes of wrath are ripe again
Row upon row all across the land
A desperate wind scatters broken men
Oh the grapes of wrath are ripe again

I thought hard work would bring good return
But the rich get richer is the lesson learned
The naked truth is a mortal sin
To see the grapes are riper, riper than they've ever been
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The bosses sell our jobs and the banks buy farms
This is just the calm before the storm
I'm stuck here like my daddy back then
Picking grapes of wrath again
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