Green Acres
I don't know much
about politics and such
I'm just a regular farming guy
Check the water table,
tend to the crops
Spend most my day scanning the sky
But I will tell you what I do know,
saying something don't make it so
Can't no politician
make the wind patterns change
Can't no politician
bring me much needed rain
I can't live on empty words
by career promise makers
Words won't turn my dry ground
into God's green acres
I don't know much
about politics and such
I'm just a rural farming guy
Check the farm animals,
tend to the calves
Do all the little things to get by
Then when the sun starts to set low,
I eat my supper and listen to the suits crow
Can't no politician
make the ground yield more grain
Can't no politician
make the harvest time be rearranged
I can't live on empty words
by upstart promise makers
Words won't turn my withered ground
into God's green acres
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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