Grapes Of Wrath

Th[G]e sweat upon his brow and the dirt[C] worked into his hands

Th[G]e dignity of labour up[C]on a man's own land

Th[G]e soil of his fathers [D]passed on down through blood to hand

A [Am]man's right of birth to re[C]ap the harvest from[D] his land  [G]

[Next verse as above]

The breaking of his back to keep his dream alive
To work the change of season his instinct to survive
The planting of his seed and to see his harvest grow
Gives a pride to a man to reap the harvest that he sows

  [G]
  [F#]      [Em]The land of the free, home of the brave

  [C]
  [G]
Th[D]e heartland of[C] pioneers, the heritage of flesh and blood

An[Em]d along come the winds that blow through the land

  [C]
  [G]
Wi[D]th a price to pay for the working man, money talks and changes hands

An[C]d money reaps the harvest money de[D]mands, the grapes of wr[G]ath

[Next two verses as for 2nd and 3rd verses]

They can take away his freedom, they can beat him into the dust
They can burn his home, run him from his land, and leave him out to
gather rust
But they can't take away his faith and his honesty and pride and the
knowledge that he holds inside
One day they'll reap the harvest
The grapes of wrath

There's hope in a man that nothing can destroy
A man will endure anything for the dream that he holds dear
And there's pride in the earth he toils for
His honesty for the air he breathes
The truth of the harvest they will reap

Th[G]e grapes o[D]f wrath,     the gr[G]apes of wrath,