Song | Daddy Won't Sell The Farm |
Artist | Montgomery Gentry |
Album | Tattoos & Scars |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Branda, Fox | |
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 |
zuo qu : Branda, Fox | |
His cows get loose and run | |
Right through the fast food parking lots | |
And Daddy gets calls from the minimalls | |
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 |
zuò qǔ : Branda, Fox | |
His cows get loose and run | |
Right through the fast food parking lots | |
And Daddy gets calls from the minimalls | |
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 |