Look At Them Beans

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This time last year there sure was
A lot of sad faces around this old 
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house

Our papa died without fulfilling' 
his life's dream
Of producing one of the best crops 
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in Grimes County

Though papa died with that dream 
still in his head
A desire in his heart, a promise on 
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his lips, calluses on both hands
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And two dollars in his pocket
Papa didn't live long enough to see 
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his dreams come true
So he died from too much work, 
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broken spirit, I guess

But I promised our mama that if it 
was a last thing he'd ever do
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He'd live long enough to see just 
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one good crop come through
But you see we can't plan on things 
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without first talking to God
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Because we don't know his plans
And if we don't include him my 
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friends the way can get mighty hard
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They say that every time a good and 
righteous person
Is buried in God's good earth it's 
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just fertilizer for the soil
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And I guess there must be some truth
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 to that
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Whether we believe it or not
I just wish that papa was here right
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 now
So that he could see this good crop 
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that we finally got

[Chorus]
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Hey look at that beans and look at 
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that corn
And I bet them watermelons must be 
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three feet long
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Man look at them tomatoes and look 
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at them peas
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Well I know if papa was here right 
now he'd sure be pleased

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And papa would sure be proud of his 
children too
My brother's famous now got his own 
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show on the road

Traveling in customized bus imported
 from Europe
That boy always did love music and 
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he loves to travel


I got a sister that's got a good job
 in a beauty shop
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Making money, making other people 
look good
Ain't nobody here at a house now but
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 me and mama
And mama she's gettin' weaker and 
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she's gettin' older every day

And she talks softly about joinin' 
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papa in his heavenly home

But that woman sure did love that 
man
She worked beside papa for forty 
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some odd years
Tryin' to produce a good crop and 
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never could grow a single bean
But I just wish that papa was here 
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right now
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To see this good crop that we 
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finally got

[Chorus]
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Hey look at that beans and look at 
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that corn
And I bet them watermelons must be 
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three feet long
                    D              
Man look at them tomatoes and look 
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at them peas
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Well I know if papa was here right 
now he'd sure be pleased
And papa, if you can hear me look at
 them beans