[Intro]

[Verse 1] [male vocals]

Between scorching corn rows, under a Louisiana sun,

Papa Brown used to preach to me while we picked the corn.

Everything was evil if it looked like too much fun,

Hence, he preached life lessons he wanted me to learn.

[Verse 2] [male vocals]

He taught me about women, and the sins of the flesh,

Lessons often taught when life was giving me a test.

The importance of being honest, always telling the truth,

Faith and commitment from the Bible’s Book of Ruth.

[Verse 3] [male vocals]

Little things to look for, when making a business deal,

How to study a man’s character, judge if he is real.

The virtue of respecting our elders every day,

How to treat a woman, chivalrous in every way.

Chorus [choir, harmonizing voices, handclaps]

Sermons in the field, where the cornstalks grow,

Papa’s words of wisdom, in my heart they flow.

With the Bible in his hand, he’d teach me to be real,

Saved my soul with sermons in the field.

[Verse 4] [male vocals]

He’d read from Psalms after lunch, when our house was quiet and still,

Said a man’s strength comes from bending to God’s will.

Work hard and stay humble, let your actions speak,

For the meek shall inherit, though the world calls them weak.

[Verse 5] [male vocals]

Papa showed me courage, through the storms that tore the land,

Said trust in the Lord and hold your family’s hand.

From the tales of Daniel, he taught me to stand tall,

Face the lions in this life and never fear the fall.

[Verse 6] [male vocals]

Now I walk my own fields, with my children by my side,

Telling them of Papa, and the truths he didn’t hide.

His Bible’s worn and weathered, but its words still light the way,

Guiding them to righteousness, in all they do and say.

Chorus [choir, harmonizing voices, handclaps]

Sermons in the field, where the cornstalks grow,

Papa’s words of wisdom, in my heart they flow.

With the Bible in his hand, he’d teach me to be real,

Saved my soul with sermons in the field.

[Verse 7] [male vocals]

So, I’ll love my family fiercely, as Papa taught me to,

Raise my four with honor, in everything they do.

His lessons live forever, like seeds in fertile ground,

Through sermons in the field, his wisdom I’ve found.

Chorus [choir, harmonizing voices, handclaps]

Sermons in the field, where the cornstalks grow,

Papa’s words of wisdom, in my heart they flow.

With the Bible in his hand, he’d teach me to be real,

Saved my soul with sermons in the field.