(steve fox/robin branda)

His cows get loose and run right thru the fast food parking lots
And daddy gets calls from the mini-malls
When theyre downwind from his hogs.
When his tractor backs up traffic, the reception aint too warm.
The citys growing around him, but daddy wont sell the farm.

You cant roll a rock, up a hill that steep.
You cant pull roots when they run that deep.
Hes gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
Daddy wont 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 cant stand to do them harm.
Theres concrete all around him, but daddy wont sell the farm.

You cant roll a rock, up a hill that steep.
You cant pull roots when they run that deep.
Hes gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
Daddy wont sell the farm.

One day hes gonna leave it all to me and Ill start my own branch of the
Family tree. theyll get the message written on the roof of the barn,
Daddy
Wont sell the farm.

You cant roll a rock, up a hill that steep.
You cant pull roots when they run that deep.
Hes gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
Daddy wont sell the farm.

Were gonna live and die, in the eye of an urban storm.
Daddy wont sell the farm.
Oh you know a country boy can survive.