Текст песни
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"