But Daddy won't sell the farm
Daddy won't sell the farm
He learned to love the woodlands, he can't stand to do them harm
And I'll start my own branch of the family tree
When they're downwind from his hogs
When his tractor backs up traffic
Daddy won't sell the farm
Daddy won't sell the farm
He's gonna live and die in the eye of an urban storm
And Daddy gets calls from the mini-malls
Daddy won't sell the farm
You can't roll a rock up a hill that steep
You can't roll a rock up a hill that steep
The city's growing around him
In the eye of an urban storm
Daddy won't sell the farm
You can't pull roots when they run that deep
One day he's gonna leave it all to me
You can't roll a rock up a hill that steep
He raised his corn and a big red barn and a healthy family
He's gonna live and die in the eye of an urban storm
You can't pull roots when they run that deep
The reception ain't too warm
They'll get the message written on the roof of the barn
He worked and slaved in '68, he bought these fields and trees
We're gonna live and die
You can't pull roots when they run that deep
There's concrete all around him but Daddy won't sell the farm
He's gonna live and die in the eye of an urban storm
