Five Generations Of Rock County Wilsons Lyrics - John Anderson

It seems like overnight the town of Red River 

Was suddenly full of strange men 

Who wore suits in the summer and stood on the dirt roads 

Trying to hold their maps in the wind 

And some of them smiled 

And some of them didn't 

And none of them came back again 

After five generations of Rock Country Wilsons 

The last fifty acres, apparently didn't 

Mean a damn thing to them 

I stood on the hill overlooking Red River 

Where my momma and her momma lay 

And listened to the growling of the big diesel cat 

As they tore up the wood's where I played 

And I said, momma forgive me 

That I'm almost glad 

That you're not here today 

After five generations of Rock Country Wilsons 

See the last fifty acres in the hands of somebody 

That would actually blow it away 

You know the bus station in the town of Red River 

Used to be the general store 

But now they got a new one and you know that's okay 

If a bus is what you're looking for 

So early one morning 

When the sun cut red 

I got up with the dawn 

After five generations of Rock County Wilsons 

The last one just climbed on a big old gray dog 

And was gone