The Horne Section - Grandaddy

Grand^F#maddy and I did toil From ^Emorn to sun-down, hands in soil We ^Dgrew those sweet green peas, until our ^Afingers they were raw

The ^F#mpeas were ripe, the pods they grew The ^Esweet green peas were all we knew We ^Dpicked them all with just the two of us down in the ^Afields

Gran^F#mdaddy would then grade the peas And ^Echeck for those anomalies If they ^Ddidn't score an A you see, he'd ^Athrow the darn pea out

There ^F#mwas a special song he'd sing He'd ^Esing it as he sorted through Next ^Dtime you'll think of him, when we ^Asell our peas to you

This is the ^Etop of the crop And it ^Dwasn't you would ^Ablame us A ^Egrade-A pea you see ^DWe don't serve ^Agrade-B or C ^BWe'd never stoop down to ^ED

So you can taste the ^DA-ness You can taste the ^AA-ness In your ^Emouth You can taste the ^DA-ness You can taste the ^AA-ness

You can ^Etaste the freshness ^ETaste the green-ness ^ETaste the sweetness ^EReally taste the pea-ness

Grandaddy checks the ^DA-ness So you can taste the ^Apea-ness Grandaddy checks the ^EA-ness So you can taste the ^Apea-ness Grandaddy checks the ^DA-ness So you can taste the ^Apea-ness

You can ^Etaste the freshness ^ETaste the green-ness ^ETaste the sweetness ^EReally taste the pea-ness

You can ^Etaste the freshness ^ETaste the green-ness ^ETaste the sweetness ^EReally taste the pea-ness