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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 
John Moses was a good man, lived half a mile from my grandaddy's farm