Corn - Chris Janson

Yeah said the red man said to the white man

If you’re gonna survive in this new land

It’s gonna take a little more than all the gun powder

And lead you can float on that big Mayflower

It’s gonna take more than that flag on this rocky shore

Here’s you some corn

Cleared them a field and hoed some rows

He put up a fence and built an old scarecrow

Now here we are four hundred long years later

Yeah we’re coast to coast, ten billion acres

From California down to Florida to New York

Yeah we just covered in corn

Yeah we box it, stalk it, microwave and pop it

Boil it after we shuck it out on the front porch

Some steam it, cream it, sack it up and feed it

To the chickens, cows, sows and the wild boars

Ah thank the Lord for corn

Now white lightnin' struck here in Tennessee

The night a hillbilly stumbled on a recipe

Yeah dropped a cob or two in sugar and water

He boiled it and ran it through a roll of copper

He took a swig and wound up face down on the floor

Blamed it on the corn

Yeah we box it, stalk it, microwave and pop it

Boil it after we shuck it out on the front porch

Some steam it, cream it, sack it up and feed it

To the chickens, cows, sows and the wild boars

Ah thank the Lord for corn

Yeah we box it, stalk it, microwave and pop it

Boil it after we shuck it out on the front porch

Some steam it, cream it, sack it up and feed it

To the chickens, cows, sows and the wild boars

Ah thank the Lord for corn, ah yeah

Thank God for the corn farmers in this country

And the Co-Op, and the Tractor Supply

And all them Mom and Pop grocery stores

For keepin' us in corn