John Moses was a black man
Lived half a mile from my grandaddy´s farm

He worked his twenty acres
With a broke-down mule and muslces in his arms

For a can of RC Cola
He´d stop and share the widsom of his soul
And I´d sit there on that white fence
And listen to the stories that he told

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

He said life is full of fertile ground
But it takes a little rain to make things grow
And when it comes to harvest time
We´re all bound to reap just what we sow
So the best that I can tell you boy

Is always do the best that you can do
Move the rocks and plow your fields
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

D I leaned against that rusty fence
And let the past blow through me like the wind
And as the sun was sinkin low
I could´ve sworn I heard his voice again

He said life is full of fertile ground
But it takes a little rain to make things grow

And when it comes to harvest time
We´re all bound to reap just what we sow
So the best that I can tell you boy
Is always do the best that you can do
Move the rocks and plow your fields
And plow between the rocks that you can´t move

Move the rocks and plow your fields And plow between the rocks that you can´t move