There a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane blacktop
Where all the folks come to hear country music play
And every year the city's gettin' closer, Lord knows it won't stop
And old Hank the bartender gave us the bad news today, yeah he said
CHORUS:
This land was our land but Lord now it's their land
And we're still here, but not for long
So let's raise a cold one and play all the old ones
walls
today
there
still
roadhouse
really
rattle
starts
cotton
folks
downtown
chorus
country
acres
builder
their
closer
blacktop
bought
little
music
every
gravel
tomorrow
shakin
gonna
knows
stopped
bartender
everybody
outside
where
earth
loving
start
raise
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