Slow and Mournful in the Key of G with a Choir in the Shadows

The Farmer Song
Words by Waymon R. and Micah P. Hinson
Music by Micah P. Hinson

 

Storm clouds over Georgia, a mother’s strugglin’ on the land;
Tales of tortured times all across this fabled land;
A sentence cast down from the Lord, “We are family ‘n we are kin.”
Someone says hopes the answer, knowin’ right where to begin.
 
CHORUS

And we’ll sing oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
 
Silvery moon shines down on the land clear and cool,
Trouble stirs all around, they’re worried, but, hell, they ain’t no fools.
These people deserve their land, look here it’s plain to see,
While others sketch upon the sand, wicked plans so grievously.
 
CHORUS
 
Perched upon the river wide, their troubled hearts are filled with rage,
This broken system works for the other side, how quickly can we turn the page?
Some of us yearn and yearn to tell the truth again and again,
Our hearts won’t rest until righteousness rules this land.
 
CHORUS TO BE REPEATED BUILDING TO A CRESCENDO