rocks that you can't move

From his "Stronger than Time" album John Moses was a black man Lived half a mile from my grandaddy's farm He worked his twenty acres With a broke-down mule and muslces in his arms For a can of RC Cola He'd stop and share the widsom of his soul And I'd sit there on that white fence And listen to the stories that he told He'd seen the Great Depression When a dollar was all a hard day's work would bring He'd watched the crosses burning In a time when freedom didn't ring He'd seen w rold where minds were closed And so many hearts were made of stone But I never heard a bitter word When I asked him 'bout the pain that he had known He said life is full of fertile ground But it takes a little rain to make things grow And when it comes to harvest time We're all bound to reap just what we sow So the best that I can tell you boy Is always do the best that you can do Move the rocks and plow your fields N/C And plow between the rocks that you can't move Now the year we burried Grandpa Life had really knocked me to the ground The woman I loved had left me And the business I'd built up was shuttin down I went to see John Moses To talk about the trouble on my mind But that old farmhouse was covered up In kudzu and honeysuckle vines I leaned against that rusty fence And let the past blow through me like the wind And as the sun was sinkin low I could've sworn I heard his voice again CHORUS Move the rocks and plow your fields And plow between the rocks that you can't move John Moses was a good man, lived half a mile from my grandaddy's farm