It seems like overnight the town of Red River
Was suddenly full of strange men
Who wore suits in the summer and stood on the dirt roads
Trying to hold their maps in the wind
And some of them smiled
And some of them didn't
And none of them came back again
After five generations of Rock Country Wilsons
The last fifty acres, apparently didn't
Mean a damn thing to them
I stood on the hill overlooking Red River
Where my momma and her momma lay
And listened to the growling of the big diesel cat
As they tore up the wood's where I played
And I said, momma forgive me
That I'm almost glad
That you're not here today
After five generations of Rock Country Wilsons
See the last fifty acres in the hands of somebody
That would actually blow it away
Was suddenly full of strange men
Who wore suits in the summer and stood on the dirt roads
Trying to hold their maps in the wind
And some of them smiled
And some of them didn't
And none of them came back again
After five generations of Rock Country Wilsons
The last fifty acres, apparently didn't
Mean a damn thing to them
I stood on the hill overlooking Red River
Where my momma and her momma lay
And listened to the growling of the big diesel cat
As they tore up the wood's where I played
And I said, momma forgive me
That I'm almost glad
That you're not here today
After five generations of Rock Country Wilsons
See the last fifty acres in the hands of somebody
That would actually blow it away
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