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 "ND" 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'll be breaking news,"

but Grand said, "I won't wait for your camera crews.

See, I don't do what I do for the glory.

I 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 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



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

Than if you eat a whole bean in front of somebody with no bean.