Where Is the D.A.R. When You Really Need Them Jerry Jeff Walker

Well I was raised on a little farm
Off a dirt road on RD#3
And once a week we'd go to town
Just to see what there was there that was going down
Then behind the barn watching trains go by
Until the day I jumped up caught one on the fly
Goodbye farm life
This tow headed kid is city bound

I came to town through yellow factory smog
Slowly choking from the smoke
Honking cars caused me to curse the skies
As I picked those busted fender cinders from my eyes
And twelve people knocked me off my feet
And sent me helter-skelter through a garbage heap
Then the street sweeper swept me up
And dumped me on the road to the farm

By the time I could walk back home
Someone had paved that road
And cleared the land for a hamburg stand
And down the street they'd built a neat trailer camp
A drive-in show, a home for mink
A gu-gu golf course, and a roller rink
Now they left me no choice but to go and dig a hole in the sand