[Intro]
[F] [Dm] [F] [Dm] [F] [F] [Dm][F][Dm][F]
[Verse]
You [F]never know what the future holds
in the shallow soil of Mon[Dm]san[F]to, Mon[Dm]san[F]to
The [F]moon is full and the seeds are sown
while the farmer toils for Mon[Dm]san[F]to, Mon[Dm]san[F]to
When [Bb]these seeds rise they're [Am]ready for the p[C]estic[F]ide
And R[Bb]oundup comes and [Am]brings the [C]poison [F]tide of Mon[Dm]san[F]to, Mon[Dm]san[F]to
[Verse]
The f[F]armer knows he's got to grow what he can sell, Mon[Dm]san[F]to, Mon[Dm]san[F]to
So he [F]signs a deal for GMOs
that makes life hell with Mon[Dm]san[F]to, Mon[Dm]san[F]to
[Bb]Every year he [Am]buys the [C]patented [F]seeds
[Bb]Poison-ready they're [Am]what the corpo[C]ration n[F]eeds, Mon[Dm]san[F]to
[Interlude]
[F] [Dm] [F] [Dm] [F] [F] [Dm][F][Dm][F]
[Verse]
[F]When you shop for your daily bread
and walk the aisles of S[Dm]afe[F]way, [Dm]Saf[F]eway
[F]Find the package to catch your eye
that makes you smile at [Dm]Saf[F]eway, at [Dm]Saf[F]eway
[Bb]Choose a picture of an [Am]old red barn [C]on a field of g[F]reen
With the [Bb]farmer and his wife
and children [Am]to comp[C]lete the s[F]cene at [Dm]Saf[F]eway, at [Dm]Saf[F]eway
[Verse]
[F]Dreams of the past come flooding back
to the farmer's mind, his [Dm]mot[F]her and [Dm]fat[F]her
[F]Family seeds they used to save
were gifts from God, not Mon[Dm]san[F]to, Mon[Dm]san[F]to
[Bb]Their own child grows [Am]ill near the [C]poisoned [F]crops
While [Bb]they work on, they [Am]can't find an [C]easy way to st[F]op,
Mon[Dm]san[F]to, Mo[Dm]nsa[F]nto
[Solo over]
[E] [E6] [E] [E6] [E] [E] [E6] [E][E6][E]
[Verse]
[E]Don't care now what the Bible said so long ago not Mon[E6]san[E]to, Mon[E6]san[E]to
Give [E]us this day our daily bread
and let us not go with Mon[E6]san[E]to, Mon[E6]san[E]to
The [A]seeds of life are [G#m]not what [B]they once [E]were
Mother [A]Nature and God don't [G#m]own them [B]any[E]more
[Jam over]
[E] [E6] [E] [E6] [E] [E] [E6] [E][E6][E]
[F] [Dm] [F] [Dm] [F] [F] [Dm][F][Dm][F]
[Verse]
You [F]never know what the future holds
in the shallow soil of Mon[Dm]san[F]to, Mon[Dm]san[F]to
The [F]moon is full and the seeds are sown
while the farmer toils for Mon[Dm]san[F]to, Mon[Dm]san[F]to
When [Bb]these seeds rise they're [Am]ready for the p[C]estic[F]ide
And R[Bb]oundup comes and [Am]brings the [C]poison [F]tide of Mon[Dm]san[F]to, Mon[Dm]san[F]to
[Verse]
The f[F]armer knows he's got to grow what he can sell, Mon[Dm]san[F]to, Mon[Dm]san[F]to
So he [F]signs a deal for GMOs
that makes life hell with Mon[Dm]san[F]to, Mon[Dm]san[F]to
[Bb]Every year he [Am]buys the [C]patented [F]seeds
[Bb]Poison-ready they're [Am]what the corpo[C]ration n[F]eeds, Mon[Dm]san[F]to
[Interlude]
[F] [Dm] [F] [Dm] [F] [F] [Dm][F][Dm][F]
[Verse]
[F]When you shop for your daily bread
and walk the aisles of S[Dm]afe[F]way, [Dm]Saf[F]eway
[F]Find the package to catch your eye
that makes you smile at [Dm]Saf[F]eway, at [Dm]Saf[F]eway
[Bb]Choose a picture of an [Am]old red barn [C]on a field of g[F]reen
With the [Bb]farmer and his wife
and children [Am]to comp[C]lete the s[F]cene at [Dm]Saf[F]eway, at [Dm]Saf[F]eway
[Verse]
[F]Dreams of the past come flooding back
to the farmer's mind, his [Dm]mot[F]her and [Dm]fat[F]her
[F]Family seeds they used to save
were gifts from God, not Mon[Dm]san[F]to, Mon[Dm]san[F]to
[Bb]Their own child grows [Am]ill near the [C]poisoned [F]crops
While [Bb]they work on, they [Am]can't find an [C]easy way to st[F]op,
Mon[Dm]san[F]to, Mo[Dm]nsa[F]nto
[Solo over]
[E] [E6] [E] [E6] [E] [E] [E6] [E][E6][E]
[Verse]
[E]Don't care now what the Bible said so long ago not Mon[E6]san[E]to, Mon[E6]san[E]to
Give [E]us this day our daily bread
and let us not go with Mon[E6]san[E]to, Mon[E6]san[E]to
The [A]seeds of life are [G#m]not what [B]they once [E]were
Mother [A]Nature and God don't [G#m]own them [B]any[E]more
[Jam over]
[E] [E6] [E] [E6] [E] [E] [E6] [E][E6][E]