Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

The sweat upon his brow and the dirt worked into his hands

 The dignity of labour upon a man's own land

 The soil of his fathers passed on down through blood to hand

 A man's right of birth to reap the harvest from his land

Verse 2

 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

Chorus

  The land of the free, home of the brave

 The heartland of pioneers, the heritage of flesh and blood

 And along come the winds that blow through the land

 With a price to pay for the working man, money talks and changes hands

 And money reaps the harvest money demands, the grapes of wrath

Verse 3

 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

Verse 4

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

 The grapes of wrath, the grapes of wrath,

the grapes of wrath