| Lyrics: | (there won't be no rock 'n' roll)
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)
Well, it's only
gonna be about an hour, friend
'til they dam your favorite river
So you can water-ski just
one more reservior
And them supersonic ships are gonna take you
'cross a sea of
pavement
To one more faceless brickyard on the shore
Yeah, it's only gonna be about an
hour or so
'til they rip off all your mountains, boy
And that one last tired old eagle bites
the sand
And all of that high-and-mighty scenery's
Gonna be leveled to the ground,
boy
By a bunch a' them mindless strip mines on the land
[chorus]
So listen well, my
brothers
When you hear the night wind sigh
And you see the wild goose flying
Through the
gray, polluted sky
There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n'
roll
'cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul
Well, it's
only gonna take about a minute or so
'til the junkyards fell the prairies, boy
And them
smokin' yellow grass fires start to burn
And the warnings on them beer cans
Gonna be buried
in them landfills
No deposit, no sad songs, and no returns
Yeah, it's only gonna take
about a minute or so
'til the factories blot the sun out
You gonna have to turn your lights
on just to see
And them lights are gonna be neon, sayin'
"fly our jets to paradise"
And
the whole damn world is gonna be made of styrene
[chorus]
So listen well, my
brothers
When you hear the night wind sigh
And you see the wild goose
flying
Through the gray, polluted sky
There won't be no country music
There won't be no
rock |
