Dirt - Chris Knight

Well I would’a bought my grandpa’s farm

But I couldn’t raise quite enough cash

Now they’re cuttin' all the timber down

Turnin' all the rest to ash

A company came in from outta state

To building another stinkin' factory

And them county politicians think they know

Just exactly what we need

But I sit down by the highway

I hear those big cats growl

Where the quail gonna fly to?

Where will the rabbits run now?

I watch 'em tearin' all to hell what used to be my church

Tearin' up my grandpa’s land

They’re treatin' my grandpa’s land like dirt

A few more jobs and a lot less trees

Gonna put this county in the rat race

Like that’s where we want to be

This used to be such a peaceful place

And they’ll tell us that they don’t pollute

This shit they dump in the river is perfectly safe

But all the talk in the whole wide world

Could never bring back what they’ve laid to waste

I sit down by the highway

I hear those big cats growl

Where the quail gonna fly to?

Where will the rabbits run now?

I watch 'em tearin' all to hell what used to be my church

Tearin' up my grandpa’s land

They’re treatin' my grandpa’s land like dirt

There’s an ancient oak standin' alone

Tryin' to do the work of a thousand trees

Been here since the Cherokee called this home

But it’s standin' in the way of a factory

I sit down by the highway

I hear those big cats growl

Where the quail gonna fly to?

Where will the rabbits run now?

I watch 'em tearin' all to hell what used to be my church

Tearin' up my grandpa’s land

They’re treatin' my grandpa’s land like dirt

They’re treatin' my grandpa’s land like dirt