Five Generations Of Rock County Wilsons

It seemed like overnight the town of Red River

Was suddenly full of strange men

They wore suits in the Summer stood on the dirt roads

Trying to hold their maps in the wind

Some of them smiled and some of them didn't,

None of them came back again

After five generations of Rock Country Wilsons and

The last fifty acres apparently didn't mean

A damn thing to them

I stood on the hill overlooking Red River

Where my mama and her mama lay

And I listened to the growling of the big diesel cats

As they tore up the woods where I played

I said mama forgive me I'm almost glad that you're not here today

After five generations of Rock County Wilsons

To see the last fifty acres in the hands of somebody

Who would actually blow it away

You know the bus station in the town of Red River

Used to be the general store

But now they've got a new one I know that's okay

If a bus is what you're looking for

So early one morning when the sun got red

I got up with the dawn

After five generations of Rock County Wilsons

The last one just climbed on a big ole gray dog

And was gone