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 'N' 'D', 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 will be great breaking news"
But Grand said, "I won't wait for your camera crew
See, I don't do what I do for the glory
I don't 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 and 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
My 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
Then if you a whole bean
In front of somebody with no bean"