Well I would'a bought my grandpa's farm
But I couldn't raise quite enough cash
Now they're cuttin' all the timber down
Turnin' all the rest to ash
A company came in from outta state
To building another stinkin' factory
And them county politicians think they know
Just exactly what we need
But I sit down by the highway
I hear those big cats growl
Where the quail gonna fly to?
Where will the rabbits run now?
I watch 'em tearin' all to hell what used to be my church
Tearin' up my grandpa's land
They're treatin' my grandpa's land like dirt
A few more jobs and a lot less trees
Gonna put this county in the rat race
Like that's where we want to be
This used to be such a peaceful place
And they'll tell us that they don't pollute
This shit they dump in the river is perfectly safe
But all the talk in the whole wide world
Could never bring back what they've laid to waste
I sit down by the highway
I hear those big cats growl
Where the quail gonna fly to?
Where will the rabbits run now?
I watch 'em tearin' all to hell what used to be my church
Tearin' up my grandpa's land
They're treatin' my grandpa's land like dirt
There's an ancient oak standin' alone
Tryin' to do the work of a thousand trees
Been here since the Cherokee called this home
But it's standin' in the way of a factory
I sit down by the highway
I hear those big cats growl
Where the quail gonna fly to?
Where will the rabbits run now?
I watch 'em tearin' all to hell what used to be my church
Tearin' up my grandpa's land
They're treatin' my grandpa's land like dirt
They're treatin' my grandpa's land like dirt
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