A working man in Indiana Travelled from farm to farm Cleanin' seeds and talkin' weather Worked ninety farms Got to know the farmers Knew all of their kids Out in the country That was '96 This life was good and steady Clean seeds were cash Next year the farmers were ready Times were changing fast Supreme Court in session Made a new law GMO seeds and patents Had a fatal flaw Supreme Court Judge Clarence Thomas Once worked for Monsanto Well I don't know you But I do know who I am One summer morning Just around dawn Four men with briefcases Were on the workin' man's lawn We're gonna to sue you Take you to court For patent infringement And the criminals you support We're from Monsanto We own the seeds Give us the names Of those farmers you see You're gonna need big money To stand your ground We're gonna bury you How does that sound? Working man lost all his friends His business too Well I don't know you But I do know who I am Now times have changed Things are picking up Wheels are rollin' again On the old seed truck Cleaner's coming back They're taken back the land They don't care the cost They're gonna take a stand Well I don't know you But I do know who I am Well I don't know you But I do know who I am