Greg Brown Walking The Beans
Last fall it was dry, oh my, oh my,
You could ask the smartweed; maybe the smartweed knows
why.
And then Mr. Corn Borer, he brought his whole family,
And they laid the corn low when it got windy.
Well now there's corn in the bean fields, persnickety
once it clings,
I got these blisters on my fingers; I got these
cockleburs in my dreams.
I been walkin' the beans, been walkin' the beans.
I been bendin' low, no, no,
I been rippin' my jeans.
Been walkin' the beans in the burnin' sun,
And it looks like I ain't ever ever gonna get done.
Well, it's a mile-long row; that's a lotta room to
grow,
For the nightshade and the thistles and that miserable
so and so.
Two miles around; more like 10, I think,
You know I would just put all four up, but I gotta have
a drink.
'Cause
I been walkin' the beans, been walkin' the beans.
I been bendin' low, no, no,
I been splittin' my seams
Been walkin' the beans in the burnin' sun,
And it looks like I ain't ever ever gonna get done.
Bandana on my head, I got a long-handled hoe in my
hand,
You know people are afraid of hell and now I
understand.
'Cause I can picture some devil from that land below,
And he's a-pushin' pigweed up from under every row I
just hoed.
And
I been walkin' the beans, been walkin' the beans.
I been bendin' low, no, no,
I been rippin' my jeans.
Been walkin' the beans in the burnin' sun,
And it looks like I ain't ever ever gonna get done.
Let's walk now.
Pretty little girl in not too much just about two rows
over,
When it's hotter than fire, I guess you don't need much
cover.
Sure I would like to get closer, but ain't it just my
luck,
You know I got such a crick in my back, I can't even
stand up.
'Cause
I been walkin' the beans, been walkin' the beans.
I been bendin' low, no, no,
I been rippin' my jeans.
Been walkin' the beans in the burnin' sun,
And it looks like I ain't ever ever gonna get done.
I'll never get done; I know I'll never get done; I'll
never get done, never
Gonna get done....I'll always be out here; I'm always
gonna be walkin' the
Beans; I might live to be 85 - I'll still be out here,
walkin', walkin' [fade]
