Corn

歌手： Original Broadway Cast of Shucked • 专辑：Shucked (Original Broadway Cast Recording) • 发布时间：2023-05-05 
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!
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