The peaches are rotting
in a California valley
Twenty miles away
there's no work to be had
But up here in the north we're alive
There may be people starving
But you'll never see them die until
It's too late
Don't worry
There's nothing going on
Go on back in your homes
And go to sleep
Yes, it's too late
Don't worry
There's nothing to be done
If you think there's something missing
You're wrong
Across the water
from the places where I live
They crush the cars
that the Jones' traded in
And send them all to Japan
Before you know it
They're on the road again
And just when you think
that you've got a bit of luck
They step on your face
And then they tell you to get up
Well go on my little man
Get up while you can
And just when you think
that you've really got the world
You look around
And you see just what it's worth
Well go on my little man
Get up while you can
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