John Moses was a black man
Lived h[A]alf a mile from my grandaddy's fa[E]rm
He worked his twenty acres
With a b[A]roke-down mule and muslces in his [B7]arms
For a c[D]an of RC Cola
He'd s[A]top and share the widsom of his [B7]soul[E]
And I[D]'d sit there on that white fence
And [A]listen to the stories that he t[E]old
He'd seen the Great Depression
When a dollar was all a hard day's work would bring
He'd watched the crosses burning
In a time when freedom didn't ring
He'd seen w rold where minds were closed
And so many hearts were made of stone
But I never heard a bitter word
When I asked him 'bout the pain that he had known
CHORUS:
He said l[A]ife is full of fertile ground
But it [D]takes a little rain to make things [E]grow
And w[A]hen it comes to harvest time
[D]We're all bound to reap just what we s[E]ow
So the [A]best that I can tell you boy
Is always do the best that you can [B7]do[E]
Move the r[A]ocks and plow your fields
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And plow between the rocks that you can't move
Now the year we burried Grandpa
Life had really knocked me to the ground
The woman I loved had left me
And the business I'd built up was shuttin down
I went to see John Moses
To talk about the trouble on my mind
But that old farmhouse was covered up
In kudzu and honeysuckle vines
I [D]leaned against that rusty fence
And [B7]let the past blow through me like the [E7]wind
And as the [D]sun was sinkin low
I c[B7]ould've sworn I heard his voice [E7]again
CHORUS
Move the rocks and plow your fields
And plow between the rocks that you can't move
Lived h[A]alf a mile from my grandaddy's fa[E]rm
He worked his twenty acres
With a b[A]roke-down mule and muslces in his [B7]arms
For a c[D]an of RC Cola
He'd s[A]top and share the widsom of his [B7]soul[E]
And I[D]'d sit there on that white fence
And [A]listen to the stories that he t[E]old
He'd seen the Great Depression
When a dollar was all a hard day's work would bring
He'd watched the crosses burning
In a time when freedom didn't ring
He'd seen w rold where minds were closed
And so many hearts were made of stone
But I never heard a bitter word
When I asked him 'bout the pain that he had known
CHORUS:
He said l[A]ife is full of fertile ground
But it [D]takes a little rain to make things [E]grow
And w[A]hen it comes to harvest time
[D]We're all bound to reap just what we s[E]ow
So the [A]best that I can tell you boy
Is always do the best that you can [B7]do[E]
Move the r[A]ocks and plow your fields
E N/C
And plow between the rocks that you can't move
Now the year we burried Grandpa
Life had really knocked me to the ground
The woman I loved had left me
And the business I'd built up was shuttin down
I went to see John Moses
To talk about the trouble on my mind
But that old farmhouse was covered up
In kudzu and honeysuckle vines
I [D]leaned against that rusty fence
And [B7]let the past blow through me like the [E7]wind
And as the [D]sun was sinkin low
I c[B7]ould've sworn I heard his voice [E7]again
CHORUS
Move the rocks and plow your fields
And plow between the rocks that you can't move
