Daddy Won't Sell The Farm

His cows get loose and run Right through 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