E John Moses was a black man A E Lived half a mile from my grandaddy's farm He worked his twenty acres A B7 With a broke-down mule and muslces in his arms D For a can of RC Cola A B7 E He'd stop and share the widsom of his soul D And I'd sit there on that white fence A E 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 A He said life is full of fertile ground D E But it takes a little rain to make things grow A And when it comes to harvest time D E We're all bound to reap just what we sow A So the best that I can tell you boy B7 E Is always do the best that you can do A Move the rocks 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 D I leaned against that rusty fence B7 E7 And let the past blow through me like the wind D And as the sun was sinkin low B7 E7 I could've sworn I heard his voice again CHORUS 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
