Walking Down The Corn (Song for Wyatt And Alex) Words Terry Lee Ransom/Music Jan Hauenstein

(C)Wyatt and (G)Alex, (Am)this song is for (F)you. (G)

(C) Walking down the (G)corn, (F) walking down the (Am)grain,
(Em) Full of hope and (Am)foolishness, be(C)yond the fear and (G)pain,
(F) Walking down the (Am)corn, (E)walking down (E/B)the (Am)grain. (A2) (Am) (C/B)

(C)Summer days are long and (G)hot in the Iowa (Am)heartland, (Fj7)
And (F)young boys will do (Am)anything for the (G)money for a spending (Am)spree, (C/B)
So the (C)grain storage (G)companies will (Am)lure their eager helping (Fj7)hands,
They´ll (Em7)do whatever it (Fj7)takes to keep the (G5)money flowing loose and (Am)free.
(Am/E)(Am/G)(Am) (C/B)

“Just (C)roll the dice and (G)do the job,” says the (Am)foreman to the (Fj7)boys,
“But (F)stay away from the (Am)center of (G)old bin number (Am)nine, (C/B)
Just pre(C)tend you know what you (G)do (Am) and listen for the (Fj7)noise.
No (Em7)need to use the (Fj7)safety gear, we (G5)do it all the (Am)time.” (Am/E)(Am/G)(Am) (C/B)

(C) Walking down the (G)corn, (F) walking down the (Am)grain,
(Em) Full of hope and (Am)foolishness, be(C)yond the fear and (G)pain,
(F) Walking down the (Am)corn…(E)(humming) (E/B) (Am) (A2) (Am) (C/B)

They call it (C)walking down the (G)grain to keep the (Am)bins packed, (Fj7)
It takes (F)willing young fools (Am)risking it all (G) to push it ‘round and (Am)‘round, (C/B)
To (C)sift the corn in(G)to the chutes and (Am)keep the trucks moving (Fj7)back,
So the (Em7)profits are high but you (Fj7)never ever (G5) spread the word a(Am)round.

(Bb) People die in the (Am)corn for the (Fj7)money and the (G)time,
People (Em7)die (G6)in the (Am)corn. (Am/E)(Am/G)(Am) (C/B)

(C)Wyatt Whitehead and (G)Alex Pacas, too (Am)young to vote or (Fj7)think,
(F)Four stories (Am)high, they (G)climbed into the number nine (Am)bin, (C/B)
And (C)no one warned their (G)innocence that (Am)they might begin to (Fj7)sink.
The (Em7)corn will just (Fj7)grab your feet and (G5) suck you right on (Am)in. (Am/E)(Am/G)(Am) (C/B)

It took (C)six desperate (G)hours without (Am)hope of breath or (Fj7)rescue
For those (F)boys to drown in the (Am)choking dust of the (G)old number nine (Am)bin. (C/B)
They (C)tried to keep the (G)corn away from their (Am)faces, but they (Fj7)knew
As (Em7)soon as their hands stopped (Fj7)moving, (G5) the grim reaper would (Am)win.
(Am/E)(Am/G)(Am) (C/B)

(C) Walking down the (G)corn, (F) walking down the (Am)grain,
(Em) Full of hope and (Am)foolishness, be(C)yond the fear and (G)pain,
(F) Walking down the (Am)corn, (E)walking down (E/B)the (Am)grain. (A2) (Am) (C/B)

The (C)trial never (G)blamed the (Am)Haasbach company (Fj7)bosses
Though (F)Wyatt and Alex (Am)might have changed (G) the human (Am)race, (C/B)
Just ig(C)noring the (G)dead, (Am) counting nothing but their (Fj7)losses,
(Em7)No one paid for these (Fj7)crimes of greed (G5) or even tried to hide their (Am)face.

(Bb) Young boys died in the (Am)corn for the (Fj7)money and the (G)greed,
Young boys (Em7)die (G6)in the (Am)corn. (Am/E)(Am/G)(Am) (Am/E)(Am/G)(Am) (Am/E)(Am/G) (Am)

Words © 2014 Terry Lee Ransom, Music and minor lyrics changes Jan Hauenstein, Lara, Turkey, 05 April 2014
and Goettingen, 06 May 2014

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