Now a little old lady by the name of Ma Baker lived out of town on one square acre
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In a little white house with a picket fence all around
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She had a kind and a gentle way till the day the TVA
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Tried to make Ma Baker sell her little acre of land
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They showed her a map of how the river ran and a sketch of a brand new dam
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But Ma Baker wouldn't sell her little acre of land
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She said Pa left this to me sonny and I wouldn't sell for love nor money
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No sir Ma Baker's gonna keep her little acre of land
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The next time they came they brought the sheriff
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Found Ma a rockin' in an old porch chair
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Just a knittin' and a rockin' out in the evening sun
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She said I think you best to wait and don't just step through the picket gate
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And on Ma's lap they noticed Pa's old shotgun
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[ harmonica ]
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Yeah now out in the middle of the brand new lake is a little island of one square acre
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And Ma Baker's just as happy as she can be
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And she can't swim but she can float and catch big bass from her motor boat
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And when the wind ain't blowin' too much she can water ski
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Yeah and my Baker still owns her little acre of land
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Ma Baker's Little Acre
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| John D. Loudermilk |
