[00:00.000] 作词 : Brandy Clark/Shane McAnally
[00:00.444] 作曲 : Brandy Clark/Shane McAnally
[00:00.888]STORYTELLER 1:
[00:02.259]Well, I bet you heard
[00:03.905]If you ever read the word
[00:06.994]Of the Good Book, it took God
[00:10.112]Seven days to make the Earth
[00:11.576]
[00:12.074]STORYTELLER 2:
[00:13.428]And he made the moon and stars
[00:16.480]And the sun out of gold
[00:19.194]But there’s one part of the story
[00:22.228]That’s very seldom told
[00:23.641]
[00:24.007]STORYTELLER 1:
[00:25.937]You see, He took a little cow
[00:28.297]And He made a little udder
[00:31.089]
[00:32.346]STORYTELLER 2:
[00:34.087]Squeezed a little milk
[00:35.860]And He made a little butter
[00:36.858]
[00:37.330]STORYTELLER 1:
[00:40.880]He laid out a little spread
[00:41.911]
[00:42.295]STORYTELLER 2:
[00:43.405]Then He broke a little bread
[00:44.181]
[00:44.697]BOTH:
[00:46.341]Then the best idea He ever had
[00:49.726]Popped into His head
[00:51.477]
[00:53.426]Corn!
[00:54.761]Yes, we said corn
[00:56.825]Just as sure as the day that you were born
[01:00.795]In the evening, it's for supper
[01:02.491]Then it’s grits in the morn
[01:04.784]No, it ain’t our bread that’s buttered
[01:06.639]No, it’s corn
[01:07.359]
[01:07.739]STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
[01:09.138]We’re here to tell you a fable
[01:09.878]
[01:10.279]STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
[01:12.172]A farm-to-fable
[01:12.805]
[01:13.277]STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
[01:14.195]Ooh!
[01:15.306]About a simple place time forgot
[01:17.691]
[01:18.165]STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
[01:18.812]Called Cob County
[01:19.408]
[01:19.881]STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
[01:20.725]Now, I know when some of you think “small towns”
[01:23.857]You think “gun-toting rusted-truck hay seeds
[01:27.309]Who think liberal is how you pour your whiskey
[01:30.788]And fluid belongs in your gas tank”
[01:33.310]But I want you to open your minds
[01:36.380]And think even smaller!
[01:38.291]
[01:38.806]STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
[01:39.679]Somewhere north of south and south of north
[01:41.326]To a place where being
[01:42.866]from somewhere is who you are
[01:43.541]
[01:45.676]STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
[01:46.131]Filled with people no different from you or me
[01:46.613]Well, more you
[01:51.158]
[01:51.616]STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
[01:52.245]Proud, simple people
[01:54.015]Who, more than anything,
[01:55.458]Loved their corn!
[01:56.880]
[01:57.132]STORYTELLER 1:
[01:57.441]They say it came from Mexico
[01:58.942]Some seven-thousand years ago
[02:00.583]
[02:00.815]STORYTELLER 2:
[02:01.158]Somewhere between right now
[02:02.664]and dinosaurs
[02:03.394]
[02:03.909]STORYTELLER 1:
[02:04.975]Cut to the 1400’s
[02:05.795]
[02:06.235]STORYTELLER 2:
[02:06.752]Christopher Columbus
[02:08.662]Brought syphilis and smallpox to the shore
[02:11.126]
[02:11.508]BOTH:
[02:11.792]And took credit for
[02:13.074]
[02:13.668]COMPANY:
[02:14.498]Corn!
[02:16.012]I’m talking corn
[02:17.880]When it’s popping up in rows
[02:20.197]It’s just like Norman Rockwell
[02:22.214]Had a fresh new hand
[02:24.050]And saw the technicolor morn
[02:26.094]It’s Kentucky and it’s Kansas
[02:27.864]Yeah, it’s corn
[02:30.144]
[02:30.562]STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
[02:32.125]It grew everywhere in tall proud rows!
[02:32.502]Corn rows!
[02:34.931]
[02:35.365]STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
[02:35.810]O-krrrrr
[02:36.442]
[02:36.762]STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
[02:37.163]Nuh-uh, don’t do that!
[02:37.946]
[02:38.284]STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
[02:38.711]Okay
[02:39.086]
[02:39.326]STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
[02:39.648]It popped up on every property line
[02:40.028]
[02:40.660]STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
[02:42.129]Forming a huge corn wall
[02:43.996]that completely surrounded the town
[02:44.610]
[02:45.011]STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
[02:46.060]Because of that
[02:47.317]no one had ever left
[02:48.560]or come to Cob County
[02:49.248]
[02:49.613]STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
[02:50.834]Oh, they knew of the outside world
[02:52.300]They just wanted no part of it
[02:53.963]
[02:54.362]STORYTELLER 1:
[02:54.685]The way history is written
[02:55.224]Jump into the first Thanksgiving
[02:58.109]The Indians brought something
[02:59.943]The called maize
[03:01.064]
[03:01.448]STORYTELLER 2:
[03:01.903]Around eleven-thirty
[03:03.646]The pilgrims stuffed a turkey
[03:05.914]Slipped into a tryptophanic haze
[03:08.609]
[03:09.003]COMPANY:
[03:09.385]With leftovers for days and days
[03:10.444]
[03:10.960]Of corn!
[03:13.052]Yeah, I heard corn
[03:15.536]Got us through the Great Depression
[03:17.179]and the storms
[03:18.801]
[03:19.199]STORYTELLER 2:
[03:19.626]They turned it into alcohol!
[03:20.959]
[03:21.227]STORYTELLER 1:
[03:21.461]Yeah, that’s my favorite form!
[03:22.904]
[03:23.136]COMPANY:
[03:23.497]It’s mazola and it’s ethanol
[03:25.294]It’s corn!
[03:25.980]
[03:26.398]We were corn-bred, we were corn-fed
[03:29.204]Out here, we really feel like we were chosen
[03:34.986]We love corn flakes, we love corn cakes
[03:36.997]Don’t know where
[03:39.799]We would be without that golden corn
[03:43.145]
[03:44.634]STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
[03:49.962]And on this day, vows were written
[03:52.533]For a wedding that almost didn’t happen
[03:54.161]
[03:54.616]
[03:55.165]MAIZY:
[03:58.629]Maybe love is like a dream
[04:02.064]A couple vows, a couple rings
[04:04.217]
[04:04.635]BEAU:
[04:05.703]It’s a promise that you make
[04:09.240]That two hearts will never break
[04:11.111]
[04:11.587]MAIZY:
[04:12.788]Maybe love is like a song
[04:15.349]
[04:15.801]BEAU:
[04:16.268]All at once, you sing along
[04:18.497]
[04:18.881]MAIZY & BEAU:
[04:20.146]Doesn’t have to be that hard
[04:23.423]When it’s written in the stars
[04:27.230]Maybe love is like a seed
[04:30.619]A little sun is all you need
[04:37.611]A little rain, and so it goes
[04:39.116]
[04:39.596]COMPANY:
[04:39.916]It grows and grows in rows and rows from dust
[04:45.784]
[04:46.666]MAIZY & BEAU:
[04:47.347]Maybe love just need a little…
[04:48.887]
[04:51.006]STORYTELLER 1:
[04:51.947]Sweet corn, street corn
[04:53.495]
[04:53.737]STORYTELLER 2:
[04:54.004]It’s really hard to beat corn
[04:54.579]
[04:54.791]STORYTELLER 1:
[04:55.001]Hands or feet, no wrong way to eat corn
[04:55.861]
[04:56.299]STORYTELLER 2:
[04:58.266]It’s a resource that’s always renewable
[04:58.647]
[04:59.067]STORYTELLER 1:
[05:01.620]Bring it to a bris
[05:02.714]
[05:02.904]STORYTELLER 2:
[05:03.283]Or a wedding
[05:03.551]
[05:03.748]BOTH:
[05:03.918]Or a funeral!
[05:04.051]
[05:04.664]STORYTELLER 2:
[05:04.912]Cook on the cob
[05:05.713]
[05:05.941]STORYTELLER 1:
[05:06.230]Or in a tortilla
[05:07.432]
[05:07.620]STORYTELLER 2:
[05:07.770]You can even make it an onomatopoeia
[05:10.679]
[05:10.947]STORYTELLER 1:
[05:11.267]Candy corn, kettle corn, put it in your mouth
[05:13.556]
[05:13.725]STORYTELLERS:
[05:13.867]It’s the same going in coming out
[05:16.437]
[05:16.820]Sweet corn, street corn
[05:18.465]It’s really hard to beat corn
[05:19.834]Hands or feet, no wrong way to eat corn
[05:20.964]It’s a resource that’s always renewable
[05:21.884]
[05:22.089]COMPANY:
[05:24.231]Bring it to a bris!
[05:25.488]
[05:26.138]STORYTELLERS:
[05:26.556]Or a wedding or a funeral!
[05:28.182]Cook on the cob
[05:29.208]Or in a tortilla
[05:30.470]You can even make it an onomatopoeia
[05:31.540]Candy corn, kettle corn, put it in your mouth
[05:34.465]
[05:34.714]COMPANY:
[05:35.417]It’s the same going in coming out
[05:36.886]
[05:37.474]Sweet corn, street corn
[05:38.585]It’s really hard to beat corn
[05:39.690]Hands or feet, no wrong way to eat corn
[05:41.735]It’s a resource that’s always renewable
[05:43.890]
[05:44.140]STORYTELLER 1:
[05:44.447]Bring it to a bris!
[05:45.071]
[05:45.322]STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
[05:45.686]God!
[05:46.087]
[05:46.285]COMPANY:
[05:46.524]It’s got the juice(Jews)!
[05:47.920]
[05:48.222]Sweet, street, hands, feet
[05:50.134]Cook it, pop it, baby, bris
[05:52.009]Ashes to ashes and dust into dust
[05:55.883]We give to the corn cause the corn gives to us
[06:03.270]
[06:04.622]Corn!
[06:06.875]All kinds of corn
[06:08.671]It’s our living
[06:09.035]
[06:09.250]STORYTELLER 1:
[06:09.684]It’s our
[06:10.546]
[06:10.791]COMPANY:
[06:11.097]Loving!
[06:11.420]
[06:11.627]STORYTELLER 1:
[06:11.820]It’s our corn!
[06:12.489]
[06:12.722]COMPANY:
[06:13.939]And when we go right on up to Heaven
[06:16.690]We won’t need to mourn
[06:18.753]Just as long as the streets are paved with corn
[06:22.588]When we get to Heaven
[06:24.554]We won’t need to mourn
[06:26.521]Just as long as those streets are paved with corn!
[06:31.220]Corn!
[06:38.338]Corn!

作词 : Brandy Clark/Shane McAnally
作曲 : Brandy Clark/Shane McAnally
STORYTELLER 1:
Well, I bet you heard
If you ever read the word
Of the Good Book, it took God
Seven days to make the Earth
STORYTELLER 2:
And he made the moon and stars
And the sun out of gold
But there’s one part of the story
That’s very seldom told
STORYTELLER 1:
You see, He took a little cow
And He made a little udder
STORYTELLER 2:
Squeezed a little milk
And He made a little butter
STORYTELLER 1:
He laid out a little spread
STORYTELLER 2:
Then He broke a little bread
BOTH:
Then the best idea He ever had
Popped into His head
Corn!
Yes, we said corn
Just as sure as the day that you were born
In the evening, it's for supper
Then it’s grits in the morn
No, it ain’t our bread that’s buttered
No, it’s corn
STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
We’re here to tell you a fable
STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
A farm-to-fable
STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
Ooh!
About a simple place time forgot
STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
Called Cob County
STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
Now, I know when some of you think “small towns”
You think “gun-toting rusted-truck hay seeds
Who think liberal is how you pour your whiskey
And fluid belongs in your gas tank”
But I want you to open your minds
And think even smaller!
STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
Somewhere north of south and south of north
To a place where being
from somewhere is who you are
STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
Filled with people no different from you or me
Well, more you
STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
Proud, simple people
Who, more than anything,
Loved their corn!
STORYTELLER 1:
They say it came from Mexico
Some seven-thousand years ago
STORYTELLER 2:
Somewhere between right now
and dinosaurs
STORYTELLER 1:
Cut to the 1400’s
STORYTELLER 2:
Christopher Columbus
Brought syphilis and smallpox to the shore
BOTH:
And took credit for
COMPANY:
Corn!
I’m talking corn
When it’s popping up in rows
It’s just like Norman Rockwell
Had a fresh new hand
And saw the technicolor morn
It’s Kentucky and it’s Kansas
Yeah, it’s corn
STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
It grew everywhere in tall proud rows!
Corn rows!
STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
O-krrrrr
STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
Nuh-uh, don’t do that!
STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
Okay
STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
It popped up on every property line
STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
Forming a huge corn wall
that completely surrounded the town
STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
Because of that
no one had ever left
or come to Cob County
STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
Oh, they knew of the outside world
They just wanted no part of it
STORYTELLER 1:
The way history is written
Jump into the first Thanksgiving
The Indians brought something
The called maize
STORYTELLER 2:
Around eleven-thirty
The pilgrims stuffed a turkey
Slipped into a tryptophanic haze
COMPANY:
With leftovers for days and days
Of corn!
Yeah, I heard corn
Got us through the Great Depression
and the storms
STORYTELLER 2:
They turned it into alcohol!
STORYTELLER 1:
Yeah, that’s my favorite form!
COMPANY:
It’s mazola and it’s ethanol
It’s corn!
We were corn-bred, we were corn-fed
Out here, we really feel like we were chosen
We love corn flakes, we love corn cakes
Don’t know where
We would be without that golden corn
STORYTELLER 1: (spoken)
And on this day, vows were written
For a wedding that almost didn’t happen

MAIZY:
Maybe love is like a dream
A couple vows, a couple rings
BEAU:
It’s a promise that you make
That two hearts will never break
MAIZY:
Maybe love is like a song
BEAU:
All at once, you sing along
MAIZY & BEAU:
Doesn’t have to be that hard
When it’s written in the stars
Maybe love is like a seed
A little sun is all you need
A little rain, and so it goes
COMPANY:
It grows and grows in rows and rows from dust
MAIZY & BEAU:
Maybe love just need a little…
STORYTELLER 1:
Sweet corn, street corn
STORYTELLER 2:
It’s really hard to beat corn
STORYTELLER 1:
Hands or feet, no wrong way to eat corn
STORYTELLER 2:
It’s a resource that’s always renewable
STORYTELLER 1:
Bring it to a bris
STORYTELLER 2:
Or a wedding
BOTH:
Or a funeral!
STORYTELLER 2:
Cook on the cob
STORYTELLER 1:
Or in a tortilla
STORYTELLER 2:
You can even make it an onomatopoeia
STORYTELLER 1:
Candy corn, kettle corn, put it in your mouth
STORYTELLERS:
It’s the same going in coming out
Sweet corn, street corn
It’s really hard to beat corn
Hands or feet, no wrong way to eat corn
It’s a resource that’s always renewable
COMPANY:
Bring it to a bris!
STORYTELLERS:
Or a wedding or a funeral!
Cook on the cob
Or in a tortilla
You can even make it an onomatopoeia
Candy corn, kettle corn, put it in your mouth
COMPANY:
It’s the same going in coming out
Sweet corn, street corn
It’s really hard to beat corn
Hands or feet, no wrong way to eat corn
It’s a resource that’s always renewable
STORYTELLER 1:
Bring it to a bris!
STORYTELLER 2: (spoken)
God!
COMPANY:
It’s got the juice(Jews)!
Sweet, street, hands, feet
Cook it, pop it, baby, bris
Ashes to ashes and dust into dust
We give to the corn cause the corn gives to us
Corn!
All kinds of corn
It’s our living
STORYTELLER 1:
It’s our
COMPANY:
Loving!
STORYTELLER 1:
It’s our corn!
COMPANY:
And when we go right on up to Heaven
We won’t need to mourn
Just as long as the streets are paved with corn
When we get to Heaven
We won’t need to mourn
Just as long as those streets are paved with corn!
Corn!
Corn!