Daddy Won't Sell The Farm Lyrics

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 ‘em harm
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
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 knew a country boy could survive

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