(Steve Fox/Robin Branda)
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His cows get loose and run right thru the fast food parking lots
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And Daddy gets calls from the mini-malls
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when they're downwind from his hogs.
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When his tractor backs up traffic, the reception ain't too warm.
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The city's growing around him, but Daddy won't sell the farm.
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You can't roll a rock, up a hill that steep.
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You can't pull roots when they run that deep.
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He's gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
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Daddy won't sell the farm.
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He worked and slaved in '68, he bought these fields and trees.
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He raised his corn and a big red barn and a healthy family.
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He learned to love the woodlands, he can't stand to do them harm.
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There's concrete all around him, but Daddy won't sell the farm.
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You can't roll a rock, up a hill that steep.
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You can't pull roots when they run that deep.
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He's gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
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Daddy won't sell the farm.
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One day he's gonna leave it all to me and I'll start my own branch of the
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family tree. They'll get the message written on the roof of the barn,
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Daddy
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won't sell the farm.
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You can't roll a rock, up a hill that steep.
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You can't pull roots when they run that deep.
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He's gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
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Daddy won't sell the farm.
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We're gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
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Daddy won't sell the farm.
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Oh you know a country boy can survive.
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Daddy Won't Sell the Farm.
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Montgomery Gentry |