The Harmonica Boss

As the sun goes up and the work begins

Everybody hits the fields except for him

But at least he gives encouragements from his seat on the fence

He’s a high horse son of a bitch

But the one with the dollar at the end of the day

So everybody tries to shine up his green shoes anyway

That harmonica boy bangs tunes as his men all sweat

Doin’ what they hate

Goin’ all astray