His cows get loose and run   Right through the fast food parking lots   And Daddy gets calls from the mini-malls   When they're downwind from his hogs      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      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   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 them harm   There's concrete all around him but Daddy won't sell the farm      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   Daddy won't sell the farm      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      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   Daddy won't sell the farm      We're gonna live and die   In the eye of an urban storm   Daddy won't sell the farm   Oh you know a country boy can survive