Well there's a grape out in the country
A raisin up in the pantry
A field full of beans, a tin full of coffee
Well I can see the blue sky
From the field where I lie
Or I can walk on the tiles
Well there's a grape out in the country
A raisin up in the pantry
A wild field of cabbage and lettuce in the icebox
Well there's a grape out in the country
A raisin up in the pantry
A field full of wheat flowing to the breadbox
There's a lover in the land
And there's a quaker in the kitchen....
This land is your land
This land is my land
This land is God's land
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