Grapes of Wrath

In 1927 Oklahoma blew away

And we started 'cross the country in a beat up

Chevrolet

Our backs were to the sunrise and our feet were on the

path

We're going out to the promised land and the Grapes of

Wrath

They called us dirty rednecks and they called us filthy

bums

Said we don't want ya'll in our town so why the Hell'd

you come?

We ain't scared of anybody we're just running from the

drought

And I'm damn proud I'm an Okie so you'd better watch

your mouth

California you're a faker

California you're a lie

'Cause the rich keep getting richer

While the hungry children cry

One of these days

you're going to pay

For your mistakes

I spent all my younger days just followin' the sun

I met the only girl I ever loved when I was 21

And Ruby was the only good thing that I ever had

Oh Lord, I don't know how thing can turn out so bad

We moved out close to Bakersfield and tried to settle

down

I got a job sharecroppin' for the richest man in town

If he'd a just left us alone we'd a lived a happy life

But he couldn't keep his eyes off of my wife

He slipped into my house one day when Ruby was alone

And by the time that I got back the damage had been

done

And what I saw when I walked in just filled me full of

hate

And she just laid there crying

Like her heart would break

I grabbed my gun and started out but Ruby begged me

please

So I went in town and told the law but they just

laughed at me

But thirteen sticks of dynamite that night made quite a

sound

And brought a big fine mansion tumbling to the ground

California you're a faker

California you're a lie

Cause the rich keep getting richer

While the hungry children cry

One of these days

you're going to pay

For your mistakes