Daddy Won`t Sell the Farm — текст песни (montgomery gentry)

(Steve Fox/Robin Branda)

His cows get loose and run right thru the fast food parking lots
And Daddy gets calls from the mini-malls
when they`re downwind from his hogs.
When his tractor backs up traffic, the reception ain`t too warm.
The city`s growing around him, but Daddy won`t sell the farm.

You can`t roll a rock, up a hill that steep.
You can`t pull roots when they run that deep.
He`s gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
Daddy won`t sell the farm.

He worked and slaved in `68, he bought these fields and trees.
He raised his corn and a big red barn and a healthy family.
He learned to love the woodlands, he can`t stand to do them harm.
There`s concrete all around him, but Daddy won`t sell the farm.

You can`t roll a rock, up a hill that steep.
You can`t pull roots when they run that deep.
He`s gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
Daddy won`t sell the farm.

One day he`s gonna leave it all to me and I`ll start my own branch of the
family tree. They`ll get the message written on the roof of the barn,
Daddy
won`t sell the farm.

You can`t roll a rock, up a hill that steep.
You can`t pull roots when they run that deep.
He`s gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
Daddy won`t sell the farm.

We`re gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
Daddy won`t sell the farm.
Oh you know a country boy can survive.