Grapes Of Rath

Am Dm G Am Dm G Am Shuddering his wife lay hid in her bed. As in fever her man rushed to the press Dm G Am Dm7 Am Dm7 Am grapes cryed and shrieked in the crush his vine of rage are the Grapes of Wrath Dm7 Am E Am Dm G Am Dm G Am His vine of rage Carts of iron rattled through his field fish of steel had clogged his well Dm G Am Dm7 Am Dm7 Am time is harvest time to harvest now he spoke. His vines of rage are the Grapes of Wrath Dm7 Am E Am G F His vines of rage are the Grapes that become the seeds of his Wrath. Am G F And he learned as he sows so shall he reap. Am G F Am G F Ah child its not a rave or a game Give us back our land