[Verse 1] Born in a farmhouse Fields Frost And flint in his eyes Ink-stained fingers Arguing under New England skies Teacher Lawyer Walking those muddy Boston roads Talking of justice Carrying pamphlets Carrying oaths [Chorus] John Adams Stubborn heart on fire Short in his stature Standing higher Loud in the room when the cost ran dire He kept on pushing Pushing John Adams Thunder in his veins Quills and quarrels Losses Gains History wrote him between the lines But he held that fragile frame [Verse 2] Signed that parchment Knowing the gallows wasn’t far Packed for Europe Chasing a loan like chasing stars Long nights Letters “Abigail I wish you here” Candles burning Over a desk stained with fear [Chorus] [Bridge] He walked away from power Rather than bow to a crown of cheers Died on the fourth of July Murmuring “It still appears” Time might forget his portrait Fade his name from the schoolhouse wall But every quarrel for conscience Still echoes his call [Chorus]
