The cows get loose and run right through the fast food parking lots.
And daddy gets calls from the mini-malls when they're down wind from his hogs.
And when his tractor backs up traffic, the reception ain't too warm.
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.
You can't pull roots when they run that deep.
He's gonna live and die in the eye of an urban storm.
But daddy won't sell the farm.

He worked and slaved in '68 he bought these fields and trees.
He raised his corn and a big red barn and a healthy family.
He learned to love the woodlands, he can't stand to do 'em harm.
There's concrete all around him, but 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
family tree.
They'll get the message written on the roof of the barn.
Daddy won't sell the farm.