Chapman

John brought to town a bag of seeds
No shoes on his feet
Smiled at the lady as she looked away
I thought I might just pass through, but I think I'll stay
The Lord's been good to me

Went north where the rivers turned to creeks
And the Indians were held at bay
Checked this year's crop and one for another day
Corresponded in the night
Set out at dawn to get it right
The Lord's been good to me

Back to the city to plead his case
And to re-supply
Watching the count under the dim light
Thanked the man and moved along
Might go looking for a little wrong
The Lord's been good to me

One morning he came to town
To warn of war around
They told me and told me to tell you
Grab your boots, forget the guns
We won't be shooting on the run
The Lord's been good to me

Late one night she came behind
The shack behind the hill
With an emptiness that she said none could fill
He brushed her hair from his eye
Said, "I don't know, but I'll try"
The Lord's been good to me

Oh, the Lord's been good to me
And so I thank the Lord
For giving me the things I need
The sun and the rain and the appleseed
The Lord's been good to me



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Writer(s): Franklin Hoover
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