There's a roadhouse just outside of town on a two lane blacktop
Where all the folks come to hear country music play
Every year the city's gettin' closer and lord knows it won't stop
And old hank the bartender gave us the bad news today
This land was our land but lord now it's their land
We're still here but not for long
So let's raise a cold one and sing all the old ones
Til we've sung the last country song
There's three hundred acres of cotton and corn
And a little bit of gravel
All bought up by a builder from downtown
Tomorrow when the earth starts shakin'
And the walls start to rattle
A big bulldozer's gonna smash hank's roadhouse down
B@will we sing