John Anderson Five Generations Of Rock County Wilsons Lyrics

Five Generations Of Rock County Wilsons Lyrics

It seems 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 cat

As they tore up the wood's where I played



And I said, momma forgive me

That I'm almost glad

That you're not here today



After five generations of Rock Country Wilsons

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 okay

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 old gray dog

And was gone