Blood on the Grapes کے بول

There's blood on the grapes, So we're not buying grapes this year. They're pretty and sweet But they're not fit to eat 'Cause there's blood on the grapes this year, Blood on the grapes. Do you know how the grape pickers live? Do you know of their hot heavy loads? When they turn to the union, The thugs run them down on the roads. Do you know of the starvation pay For long grinding days in the sun. And when they organize, They are met with the club and the gun. The growers are lords on the land. They rule over grape county law. In the fields of our state, There's no justice for workers at all. The strikers are standing their ground, The growers are brutal with fear, And where I am concerned, I am having no grapes this year.