Song for the Sorrowful

The wind whispers in my ear The farmer’s life is one filled with strife He tries all day to make his way But the roads are long yet they lead the way To the hope of a job and some pay that day So as they drove along and everything seemed to go wrong The family sang this sorrowful song We’ve all seen trouble and far too much sorrow But we’ll keep on going along down this road We’ve all seen trouble and far too much pain But we’ll keep on going along down this road Till it comes to an end or it’ll be the end of the Joads The dust keeps coming and there ain’t no end in sight The farmer just can’t make it, they’ve gotta make their flight The dust keeps coming and there ain’t no end in sight The farmer just can’t take it, he’s gotta make his flight Something something, mud-filled pockets and even less to my name An old dirty wind-swept face, claims he’s got what it takes To work another day and maybe see some pay Broken beaten wartorn face Knows he won’t last long, afraid to admit to himself Something something, battered, bruised spirit, trying to survive Trying to survive, something something The dust keeps coming and there ain’t no end in sight The farmer just can’t take it, he’s gotta make his flight The dust keeps coming and there ain’t no end in sight The farmer just can’t take it, they’ve gotta make their flight