sixty acres

turned off the tv

sat down to dinner

phone rang

we were saying grace

grand ma died

left us sixty acres

the last of the old home place

sixty acres up on the cap rock

what am i supposed to do with that

uncle claude got a eight wheeled tractor

plow it under in nothing flat

we could plant some maize

we could plant some cotton

we could plant some oats just to see if they'd grow

but i don't like farming

don't like the hours

don't like a life that goes so slow

glory glory

hallelujah

right back atcha

hope that'll do ya

don't look at me like theres something i shouldn't a'said

just cause that old bird's dead

now cousin clifford

he got the good land

right on the highway out by air base road

looks like a wal-mart waiting to happen

i mean to tell you it's a pot of gold

it's in the city limits

zoned commercial

got city water and a sewer line

what with the base expanding from consolidation

it's worth a fortune and it oughta been mine

glory glory

hallelujah

right back atcha

don't she look natural?

don't look at me like there's

something growing outta my head

just cause that old bird's dead