Misc Musicals – Shucked - Corn (Guitar)

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[STORYTELLER 1]
Gb                                Bb
Well, I bet you heard, If you ever read the word

           Ebm                                    Dbm
Of the Good Book, it took God, Seven days to make the Earth
[STORYTELLER 2]
                B                                      Gb
And he made the moon and stars, and the sun out of gold

               Ab                         Db
But there’s one part of the story, that’s very seldom told
[STORYTELLER 1]
Gb                                Bb
You see, He took a little cow, and He made a little udder
[STORYTELLER 2]
Ebm                                E                      Gb
Squeezed a little milk, and He made a little butter
[STORYTELLER 1]
             B
He laid out a little spread
[STORYTELLER 2]
                 Gb
Then He broke a little bread
[BOTH]
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Thеn the best idea Hе ever had, popped into his head

Gb
Corn!

                 Bb
Yes, we said corn

        B                                          A
Just as sure as the day that you were born

        Gb                                 Db
In the evening, it's for supper, then it’s grits in the morn

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No, it ain’t our bread that’s buttered,  no, it’s corn
| Db Eb Gb | { Repeat through spoken Gb Bb B Db } [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 (pause) Db Eb Gb [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 (pause) even smaller! Db Eb Gb [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 (pause) Db Eb Gb [STORYTELLER 2, spoken]
Gb
Proud, simple people, who, more than anything, loved their corn!
[STORYTELLER 1]
        Bb
They say it came from Mexico

        Ebm
Some seven-thousand years ago
[STORYTELLER 2]
        Bb                                    Ebm
Somewhere between right now and dinosaurs
[STORYTELLER 1]
       Bb
Cut to the 1400’s
[STORYTELLER 2]
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Christopher Columbus, brought syphilis and smallpox to the shore
[BOTH]
                  Db
And took credit for
[COMPANY]
Gb
Corn!

               Bb
I’m talking corn

             B
When it’s popping up in rows

                Abm
It’s just like Norman Rockwell

Gb                                      Db
Had a fresh new hand, and saw the technicolor morn

      B                    Db
It’s Kentucky and it’s Kansas

            Gb
Yeah, it’s corn
Db Eb Gb [STORYTELLER 1, spoken]
Gb
It grew everywhere in tall proud rows!
Cornrows! [STORYTELLER 2, spoken] O-krrrrr [STORYTELLER 1, spoken] Nuh-uh, don’t do that! [STORYTELLER 2, spoken] Okay Db Eb Gb [STORYTELLER 1, spoken]
Gb
It popped up on every property line
[STORYTELLER 2, spoken]
Gb                                             Bb
Forming a huge corn wall that completely surrounded the town
[STORYTELLER 1, spoken]
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Because of that, no one had ever left or come to Cob County
[STORYTELLER 2, spoken]
Gb
Oh, they knew of the outside world

                                Gb F Gb Ab
They just wanted no part of it
[STORYTELLER 1 & (ENSEMBLE)]
              Bb
The way history is written (History)

         Ebm
Jump into the first Thanksgiving (First Thanksgiving)

       Bb
The Indians brought something (Indians)

                Ebm
They called maize
(Aah, maize!) [STORYTELLER 2 & (ENSEMBLE)]
     Bb
Around eleven-thirty (Eleven-thirty)

       Ebm
The pilgrims stuffed a turkey (Stuffed a turkey)

             Bb                 Ebm
Slipped into a tryptophanic haze
[COMPANY]
                      Db
With leftovers for days and days

       A
Of corn!

                      Db
Yeah, I heard corn

            D                                   Am
Got us through the Great Depression and the storms
[STORYTELLER 2]
          A
They turned it into alcohol!
[STORYTELLER 1]
          E
Yeah, that’s my favorite form!
[COMPANY]
      D                      E
It’s mazola and it’s ethanol

      A
It’s corn!

               Gbm                         A
We were corn-bred, we were corn-fed

       Gbm                                              A
Out here, we really feel like we were chosen

               Gbm                         E
We love corn flakes, we love corn cakes

           D                                     E         F         Bb
Don’t know where we would be without that golden corn
[STORYTELLER 1, spoken]
Gm                     Am
And on this day, vows were written

          F
For a wedding that almost didn’t happen
[MAIZY]
            F                   F6
Maybe love is like a dream

               Fmaj7              F
A couple vows, a couple rings
[BEAU]
         Gm
It’s a promise that you make

               C
That two hearts will never break
[MAIZY]
            F                   F6
Maybe love is like a song
[BEAU]
          Fmaj7              F
All at once, you sing along
[MAIZY, BEAU & (ENSEMBLE)]
             Gm
Doesn’t have to be that hard

            C
When it’s written in the stars

            Bb                C
Maybe love is like a seed (Maybe love)

            F        C/E     Dm
A little sun is all you need (All you need)

            Bb                  C
A little rain, and so it goes (A little rain)
[COMPANY]
   F                C/E        Dm         C               G/B
It grows and grows in rows and rows from dust
[MAIZY & BEAU]
            Gm        C
Maybe love just needs a little…
[STORYTELLER 1]
F
Sweet corn, street corn
[STORYTELLER 2] It’s really hard to beat corn [STORYTELLER 1]
Eb          F
Hands or feet, no wrong way to eat corn
[STORYTELLER 2] It’s a resource that’s always renewable [STORYTELLER 1]
Db               F
Bring it to a bris
[STORYTELLER 2] Or a wedding [BOTH]
         Db
Or a funeral!
[STORYTELLER 2]
Gbm
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 & (ENSEMBLE)]
        D                                 Gb
It’s the same going in coming out

G
Sweet corn, street corn (Oh)
It’s really hard to beat corn Hands or feet, no wrong way to eat corn (Oh) It’s a resource that’s always renewable (Oh) [COMPANY]
Em
Bring it to a bris!
[STORYTELLERS & (ENSEMBLE)] Or a wedding or a funeral!
A
Cook on the cob (Oh)
Or in a tortilla You can even make it an onomatopoeia (You, make, ah, pe) Candy corn, kettle corn, put it in your mouth (Oh) [COMPANY]
                                        Bb
It’s the same going in coming out

Eb
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] N.C. Bring it to a bris! [STORYTELLER 2, spoken] God! [COMPANY] It’s got the juice!
G
Sweet, street, hands, feet

Em
Cook it, pop it, baby, bris

D
Ashes to ashes and dust into dust

Eb                                                                     Eb Eb E
We give to the corn cause the corn gives to us

A
Corn!

                    Db
All kinds of corn

             Gbm
It’s our living It’s our loving
[STORYTELLER 1]
              Dm
It’s our corn!
[COMPANY]
        Dm                       Am
And when we go up to Heaven

      E
We won’t need to mourn

            Dm           E                                  A        B
Just as long as the streets are paved with corn

A
When we get to Heaven

E
We won’t need to mourn

        D                   E
Just as long as those streets

                           A        Db      Gbm      Dm
are paved with corn!

A
Corn!