
Workin’ Man Neil Young + Promise of the Real
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[Verse 1]
A working man in Indiana traveled from farm to farm
Cleanin' seeds and talkin' weather, worked ninety farms
Got to know the farmers, knew all of their kids
Out in the country, that was '96
[Verse 2]
His life was good and steady clean seeds were cash
Next year the farmers weren't ready, the times were changing fast
Supreme Court in session made a new law
GMO seeds and patents had a fatal flaw
[Chorus 1]
Supreme Court Judge Clarence Thomas formerly worked for Monsanto
Well I don't know you but I do know who I am
[Verse 3]
One summer morning just around dawn
Four men with briefcases were on the working man's lawn
We're gonna to sue you, take you to court
For patent infringement, and the criminals you support
[Verse 4]
We're from Monsanto, we own the seeds
Give us the names of the farmers you seek
You're gonna need big money to stand your ground
We're gonna bury you, how does that sound?
A working man in Indiana traveled from farm to farm
Cleanin' seeds and talkin' weather, worked ninety farms
Got to know the farmers, knew all of their kids
Out in the country, that was '96
[Verse 2]
His life was good and steady clean seeds were cash
Next year the farmers weren't ready, the times were changing fast
Supreme Court in session made a new law
GMO seeds and patents had a fatal flaw
[Chorus 1]
Supreme Court Judge Clarence Thomas formerly worked for Monsanto
Well I don't know you but I do know who I am
[Verse 3]
One summer morning just around dawn
Four men with briefcases were on the working man's lawn
We're gonna to sue you, take you to court
For patent infringement, and the criminals you support
[Verse 4]
We're from Monsanto, we own the seeds
Give us the names of the farmers you seek
You're gonna need big money to stand your ground
We're gonna bury you, how does that sound?
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