And the weatherman said to my friend,
"What's your name?"
My friend said, "Write yours down,
mine is almost the same."
Erase the "S" and "M" in their
place put a "G" and "R"
And an "ND" look at me
what's that say
Then the weatherman stood
with his head hung in shame
He took off his big belt,
put it down, turned away
But my friend said, "Don't leave,
I just harvested beets,
let's go eat at my place."
With his mouth full the
weatherman stared at his plate
And he knew it was his heart
that made my friend great
Not his muscles, his money,
his job or his name or his fame
See my friend isn't famous
He is just a good person who
grows what he eats
And if you have a mouth then
he will try to feed you
And if you are cold he'll
put wood in the stove
Grab a quilt and some warm
flannel sheets
So the Grand Champion called
up Sam Champion
Said, "Let's plant a garden in the
heart of this wasteland."
And Sam said, "Hey man,
this'll be breaking news,"
but Grand said,
"I won't wait for your camera crews.
See, I don't do what I do for the glory.
I do what I do because it's a good story.
I do what I do because there is
a need and a hunger
created by corporate greed.
See there's a surplus of
food in this country,
And nobody should ever
go to sleep hungry,
But that food is kept under lock and key
Considered a privilege for people
with money."
Then the weatherman dropped
to his hands his knees
With a tear in his eye and unable to speak
He was driven to action
by only compassion
He dug in the dirt and
he planted some beans
Planted some beans
Planted some beans
Planted some beans
Planted some beans
Grandma said to me
If you only have one bean
And you meet someone with no bean
You should give them
half your bean
Cause you will be less hungry
If you eat just half a bean
Than if you eat a whole bean in
front of somebody with no bean.