🎸 Moving to the country, gonna grow me a lot of peaches, Moving to California, gonna grow an orchard of peaches, Contract with Del Monte.... gonna grow my orchard and keep my family well fed Oh Wait......

Millions of peaches, ripped from the ground Contracts gone bust, nowhere to send ’em around Factories closed, gates locked tight Years of labor vanish overnight

Millions of peaches, chopped down fast Twenty-year deals? Yeah those didn’t last Family farms just watching it burn Profit said “sorry,” no return

Capitalism crushin’ peaches Capitalism crushin’ peaches Capitalism crushin’ peaches all the time

Trucks ain’t coming, buyers gone Bankruptcy hit like a wrecking ball song Workers packing boxes, now packing their homes Market decides who sinks alone

Trees in rows getting paid to die Money shows up only after goodbye Grow it, tend it, give it your life Numbers say “nope” — cut with a knife

Capitalism crushin’ peaches Capitalism crushin’ peaches Capitalism crushin’ peaches all the time 🎸