The Bean Song

Another day of fighting traffic, it’s a battle we can’t win
Here is our apartment, the walls are closing in
There are bills up on the counter even overtime won’t pay
The lawn is just a sidewalk, there’s gotta be a better way…

Chorus:
Give me a patch of beans and little corn
Red ripe tomatoes, wear jeans that are well worn
Dirt beneath my fingernails, and muscles that are sore
Baby, I know what ails us can be cured
With beans and a little corn

We don’t need forty acres, just a garden in the yard
A front porch with a porch swing and room to see the stars
We’ll build a little greenhouse, we don’t really need a barn
Nothing grows in asphalt, let’s get back to who we are

Bridge:
You know the city life we’re living doesn’t suit us anymore
Even walls of steel and concrete can’t keep the wolves from our door

Chorus

Give me a patch of beans and a little corn