Golden Grains

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 crust 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