60 Acres Lyrics - James Mcmurtry

Turned off the TV, sat down to dinner 

Phone rang, we were saying grace 

Grandma 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, can't take 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 there's something I shouldn't have said 

Just 'cause that old bird's dead 

Glory glory, Hallelujah 

Wish you'll do this, hope that'll do ya 

Don't look at me like there's something I shouldn't have 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 and zoned commercial 

City water and a sewer line 

With the base expanding, 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 out of my head 

Just 'cause that old bird's dead