Farmwork's not hard if you sit in the yard when you're tired of shoveling hay
Sharecroppers know when to jump ship and go, leaving none at the end of the day
but nothing is worse than a stiff crest of sleepiness when you're the one peeling the beans
Those dungarees chafe when they're belted too tight, and the livestock's improperly weaned
One honey grain and wax form cereals and Apple Jacks
Oh, these my friends, oh yes, they are the golden grains
Oh, these my friends, oh yes, they are the elemental things
I can't help anyone "?cause I'm weak, I'm not strong and I can't write this song
I can't help anyone "?cause I'm weak, I'm not strong and I can't write this song
Have you ever witnessed an infant yet ancient chicken who has yet learned how to walk?
When the feathers are wet and you're in the fourth grade, I bet you'd take the money, not talk
But barnyards and vineyards can stumble and crumble for all of the strength that they hold
Those tiny pianos that play loud and long go and more antique robots are told
One honey grain and wax form cereals and Apple Jacks
Oh, these my friends, oh yes, they are the golden grains
Oh, these my friends, oh yes, they are the elemental things
I can't help anyone "?cause I'm weak, I'm not strong and I can't write this song
I can't help anyone "?cause I'm weak, I'm not strong and I can't write this song