Rocks That You Can't Move
Lee Greenwood
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John Moses was a black man
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Lived half a mile from my grandaddy's farm
He worked his twenty acres
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With a broke-down mule and muslces in his arms
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For a can of RC Cola
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He'd stop and share the widsom of his soul
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And I'd sit there on that white fence
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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
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He said life is full of fertile ground
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But it takes a little rain to make things grow
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And when it comes to harvest time
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We're all bound to reap just what we sow
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So the best that I can tell you boy
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Is always do the best that you can do
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Move the rocks 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
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I leaned against that rusty fence
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And let the past blow through me like the wind
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And as the sun was sinkin low
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I could've sworn I heard his voice again
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Move the rocks and plow your fields
And plow between the rocks that you can't move