Five Generations of Rock County Wilsons

It seemed like overnight, the town of Red River
Was suddenly full of strange men
Who wore suits in the summer
And stood on the dirt roads, trying to hold their maps in the wind
And some of them smiled, and some of them didn’t
And none of them came back again
After five generations of Rock Country Wilsons
The last fifty acres apparently didn’t mean a damn thing to them

I stood on the hill, overlooking Red River
Where my momma and her momma lay
And listened to the growling of the big diesel cats
As they tore up the woods where I played
And I said Momma forgive me, but 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 that 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 got a new one. And you know that’s ok,
If a bus is what you’re looking for
So early one morning, When the sun cut red, I got up with the dawn
After five generations of Rock County Wilsons
The last one just climbed on a big ‘ol gray dog.
And was gone.

Five Generations, Rock County Wilsons
Five Generations, Rock County Wilsons
Five Generations, Rock County Wilsons