(There Won't Be No Rock 'N' Roll)
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(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
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Well, it's only gonna be about an hour, friend
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'Til they dam your favorite river
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So you can water-ski just one more reservior
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And them supersonic ships are gonna take you
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'Cross a sea of pavement
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To one more faceless brickyard on the shore
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Yeah, it's only gonna be about an hour or so
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'Til they rip off all your mountains, boy
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And that one last tired old eagle bites the sand
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And all of that high-and-mighty scenery's
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Gonna be leveled to the ground, boy
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By a bunch a' them mindless strip mines on the land
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[Chorus]
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So listen well, my brothers
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When you hear the night wind sigh
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And you see the wild goose flying
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Through the gray, polluted sky
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There won't be no country music
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There won't be no rock 'n' roll
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'Cause when they take away our country
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They'll take away our soul
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Well, it's only gonna take about a minute or so
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'Til the junkyards fell the prairies, boy
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And them smokin' yellow grass fires start to burn
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And the warnings on them beer cans
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Gonna be buried in them landfills
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No deposit, no sad songs, and no returns
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Yeah, it's only gonna take about a minute or so
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'Til the factories blot the sun out
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You gonna have to turn your lights on just to see
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And them lights are gonna be neon, sayin'
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"Fly Our Jets To Paradise"
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And the whole damn world is gonna be made of styrene
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[Chorus]
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So listen well, my brothers
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When you hear the night wind sigh
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And you see the wild goose flying
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Through the gray, polluted sky
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There won't be no country music
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There won't be no rock 'n' roll
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'Cause when they take away our country
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They'll take away our soul
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Yeah, it's only gonna be about a second, boy
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'Til they take away all'a this country
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And they'll tell you not to listen to this here song
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And that far-off sound of freedom's
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Gonna be an echo from the past
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And the final tune is gonna be sad and long
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And it's only gonna be about an eye-blink, boy
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'Til they pull out the wool to blind us
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So we just can't read all the messages on the wall
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But the only words that matter
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Oughta be scribbled all over them billboards
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In big old black and bloody letters, ten feet tall
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[Chorus]
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THERE WON'T BE NO COUNTRY MUSIC
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THERE WON'T BE NO ROCK 'N' ROLL
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'CAUSE WHEN THEY TAKE AWAY OUR COUNTRY
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THEY'LL TAKE AWAY OUR SOUL
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There won't be no country music
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There won't be no rock 'n' roll
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'Cause when they take away our country
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They'll take away our soul
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There won't be no country music
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There won't be no rock 'n' roll
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'Cause when they take away our country
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They'll take away our soul
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There won't be no country music
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There won't be no rock 'n' roll
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'Cause when they take away our country
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They'll take away our soul
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'Cause when they take away our country
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They'll take away our soul
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There Won't Be No Country Music
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C.W. McCall |