It was 94 degrees in Sapville, Georgia
The air hung like syrup from the trees
And on a dusty, county road
This story I was told
From the lips of Jesse Sawyer's weary soul
He said, my body and my mind are so hungry
I'm hardworkin', but I know I'm a beaten man
I was born on the road
Never called no place my home
I pick the food for the people of this land
I'm a migrant and I move with the seasons
Many years, many miles and many days
There's nothing that I own
Just to travel on and on
Bend my back, break my body for my wage
I've got a wife, Sandy Belle, and 6 children
We just plan on the pickin' day to day
We ain't liked much anywhere
Got the law to duck and fear
We just pray, we pray the Lord will make a way
Sandy Belle, Lord, she works right here beside me
Bore her children right there on that road
But when the moon is down
I know she cries without a sound
And the tears are lined upon her face
Ain't no schools for me to send my little children
And I hate to see them spend their lives this way
Well, I do the best I can
But I don't understand
I don't know who made the world this way
Well, it might help if I could see some way to change it
If I thought that we could make it another way
But it's my life, it's all I know
It's a sickness in my bones
And I know some day I'll die out on that road
And I know some day I'll die out on that road
The air hung like syrup from the trees
And on a dusty, county road
This story I was told
From the lips of Jesse Sawyer's weary soul
He said, my body and my mind are so hungry
I'm hardworkin', but I know I'm a beaten man
I was born on the road
Never called no place my home
I pick the food for the people of this land
I'm a migrant and I move with the seasons
Many years, many miles and many days
There's nothing that I own
Just to travel on and on
Bend my back, break my body for my wage
I've got a wife, Sandy Belle, and 6 children
We just plan on the pickin' day to day
We ain't liked much anywhere
Got the law to duck and fear
We just pray, we pray the Lord will make a way
Sandy Belle, Lord, she works right here beside me
Bore her children right there on that road
But when the moon is down
I know she cries without a sound
And the tears are lined upon her face
Ain't no schools for me to send my little children
And I hate to see them spend their lives this way
Well, I do the best I can
But I don't understand
I don't know who made the world this way
Well, it might help if I could see some way to change it
If I thought that we could make it another way
But it's my life, it's all I know
It's a sickness in my bones
And I know some day I'll die out on that road
And I know some day I'll die out on that road
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