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And the price of all that power kept on going straight uphill
T.V.A. had a way to clear it off real fast
They flooded out the hollow and all the folks down there moved out
Snaking it one log at a time up the hill and into town
Just a rope around his neck
The cars never came to town and the roads never got built

Where doctors, lawyers, and musicians teach their kids to water ski
Never held down a job or needed one in his life
It’s already going down
Fifteen rocky acres, figured no one else would want
Bought fifteen acres when he got back home from overseas

Some of them made their living cutting the timber down
They assured him there’d be work for him in town building cars
Uncle Frank lived down the park, down on Cedar Creek
So there was no note or letter found where he died

And banks around the hollow sold for lake-front property
Uncle Frank couldn’t read or write
Uncle Frank couldn’t read or write
Lots of men and machinery build a dam and drown the rest
But they got paid so there ain’t nothin’ else to think about
Till all that backed up water had to have some place to go