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Introdução:
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John Moses was a black man
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Lived half a mile from my grandaddy's farm
He worked his twenty acres
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With a broke-down mule and muslces in his arms
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For a can of RC Cola
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He'd stop and share the widsom of his soul
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And I'd sit there on that white fence
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And listen to the stories that he told
He'd seen the Great Depression
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He said life is full of fertile ground
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But it takes a little rain to make things grow
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And when it comes to harvest time
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We're all bound to reap just what we sow
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So the best that I can tell you boy
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Is always do the best that you can do
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Move the rocks and plow your fields
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I leaned against that rusty fence
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And let the past blow through me like the wind
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And as the sun was sinkin low
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I could've sworn I heard his voice again
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