When they're downwind from his hogs
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
The city's growing around him
He's gonna live and die in the eye of an urban storm
And Daddy gets calls from the mini-malls
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
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
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
And I'll start my own branch of the family tree
There's concrete all around him but Daddy won't sell the farm
You can't pull roots when they run that deep
He raised his corn and a big red barn and a healthy family
The reception ain't too warm
When his tractor backs up traffic
Daddy won't sell the farm
In the eye of an urban storm
Daddy won't sell the farm
But Daddy won't sell the farm
You can't roll a rock up a hill that steep
