Be A Farmer Or A Preacher

There's a place I remember so well With stories that only I can tell Come listen to my story for a while But be prepared, what you hear won't make you smile Be a farmer or a preacher, and look a little meeker Don't tell anyone about your blues Submit and obey, and thank the Lord every day That you can't live a life that you choose Cause someone's gotta fill your daddy's shoes There is a man who stands up so high White skin, covered with a suit and tie He tells you what to do and what to say Says you're the devil if you find another way Be a farmer or a preacher, and look a little meeker Don't tell anyone about your blues Submit and obey, and thank the Lord every day That you can't live a life that you choose Cause someone's gotta fill your daddy's shoes There's a woman there who sits down so low Covered all the way from head to toe From her mouth you'll never hear a sound But her devil eyes will always stare you down Be a farmer or a preacher, and look a little meeker Don't tell anyone about your blues Submit and obey, and thank the Lord every day That you can't live a life that you choose Cause someone's gotta fill your daddy's shoes I was born with a desecrated name It haunts me and it makes me feel ashamed The anger comes about behind closed doors But it never helps me heal from all the sores Be a farmer or a preacher, and look a little meeker Don't tell anyone about your blues Submit and obey, and thank the Lord every day That you can't live a life that you choose Cause someone's gotta fill your daddy's shoes Be a farmer or a preacher, and look a little meeker Don't tell anyone about your blues"