I was born lucky they always say I work in these fields of plenty
Sweat for the company far away Fruit once sweet now has bitter taste
My father, he was a union man (Alright) Very proud and outspoken
They came and took him when I was young I will fight 'till his work is done
And my children are hungry To taste the sweet life
Though my eyes have grown tired Their desire, desire keeps me alive
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