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[bassman462]

I don't expect much feedback on this, or even really care since I don't really write much anymore. But we had an assignment in english to write lyrics to a song themed from "The Grapes of Wrath" if we wanted to we could write music too and perform, I chose to record it instead, and this is what I got.

http://download.yousendit.com/CAE53D576ACCB504


Lyrics:

One black truck
Escaping through the midnight lights
Looking for that one great road
To take them home
A home that may never come
One river bank
Gleaming with the sweat and tears
Of the okies past
But shining with the hopes and dreams
That will some come to rest
One more life gone
The grandparents are lost in this
Last long stretch
To the golden state

Here we are us migrant workers
With big warm families
Our starving children come
Clutching on our every word
Here we are us great crusaders
With love and honor
Trying to feed our starving children
With hardly any time left
To pass

One long river
Where the forsaken child goes his way
Living off the land of these
Migrant workers
A policeman appears
Ma wielding the iron of injustice
He threatens to take them in
If they’re not gone by the morrow
They travel on
Casey confesses he must leave
He says he must lead
The migrant workers

Here we are us desperate searchers
With are dieing families
Our starving children come
Clutching on our every word
Here we are us great travelers
With not much to honor
Trying to feed our starving children
With time slowing going past
Casey says:
These people need a leader
They need someone they can trust
I’ll take your blame
I’ll take your sentence
I can help save, these migrant workers
I should help save, these migrant workers
I will save, these migrant workers
I am going to save these migrant workers

These people need a leader
They need someone they can trust
I’ll take your blame
I’ll take your sentence
I can help save, these migrant workers
I should help save, these migrant workers
I will save, these migrant workers
I am going to save these migrant workers

Here we are us migrant workers
With big warm families
Our starving children come
Clutching on our every word
Here we are us great crusaders
With love and honor
Trying to feed our starving children
With hardly any time left
To pass