| There a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane blacktop
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| Where all the folks come to hear country music play
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| And every year the city’s gettin’closer, Lord knows it won’t stop
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| And old Hank the bartender gave us the bad news today, yeah he said
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| This land was our land but Lord now it’s their land
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| And we’re still here, but not for long
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| So let’s raise a cold one and play all the old ones
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| 'Til we’ve sung the last country song
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| There’s 300 acres of cotton corn and a little bit of gravel
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| All bought up by a builder from downtown
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| Tomorrow when the earth starts a-shakin and the walls start to rattle
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| A big bulldozer’s gonna take Hank’s roadhouse down, so everybody sing
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| Will we play «Swingin'"or «He Stopped Loving Her Today»
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| It’s really sad to see it end this way
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| 'Til we’ve sung the last country song
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| Oh we’ve sung the last country song
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| Oh we’ve sung the last country song |