| Song | Daddy Won't Sell The Farm |
| Artist | Montgomery Gentry |
| Album | Tattoos & Scars |
| 作曲 : Branda, Fox | |
| His cows get loose and run | |
| Right through the fast food parking lots | |
| And Daddy gets calls from the mini-malls | |
| When they're downwind from his hogs | |
| When his tractor backs up traffic | |
| The reception ain't too warm | |
| The city's growing around him | |
| But Daddy won't sell the farm | |
| You can't roll a rock up a hill that steep | |
| You can't pull roots when they run that deep | |
| He's gonna live and die in the eye of an urban storm | |
| Daddy won't sell the farm | |
| He worked and slaved in '68, he bought these fields and trees | |
| He raised his corn and a big red barn and a healthy family | |
| He learned to love the woodlands, he can't stand to do them harm | |
| There's concrete all around him but | |
| Daddy won't sell the farm | |
| You can't roll a rock up a hill that steep | |
| You can't pull roots when they run that deep | |
| He's gonna live and die in the eye of an urban storm | |
| Daddy won't sell the farm | |
| One day he's gonna leave it all to me | |
| And I'll start my own branch of the family tree | |
| They'll get the message written on the roof of the barn | |
| Daddy won't sell the farm | |
| You can't roll a rock up a hill that steep | |
| You can't pull roots when they run that deep | |
| He's gonna live and die in the eye of an urban storm | |
| Daddy won't sell the farm | |
| We're gonna live and die | |
| In the eye of an urban storm | |
| Daddy won't sell the farm | |
| Oh you know a country boy can survive |
| zuò qǔ : Branda, Fox | |
| His cows get loose and run | |
| Right through the fast food parking lots | |
| And Daddy gets calls from the minimalls | |
| When they' re downwind from his hogs | |
| When his tractor backs up traffic | |
| The reception ain' t too warm | |
| The city' s growing around him | |
| But Daddy won' t sell the farm | |
| You can' t roll a rock up a hill that steep | |
| You can' t pull roots when they run that deep | |
| He' s gonna live and die in the eye of an urban storm | |
| Daddy won' t sell the farm | |
| He worked and slaved in ' 68, he bought these fields and trees | |
| He raised his corn and a big red barn and a healthy family | |
| He learned to love the woodlands, he can' t stand to do them harm | |
| There' s concrete all around him but | |
| Daddy won' t sell the farm | |
| You can' t roll a rock up a hill that steep | |
| You can' t pull roots when they run that deep | |
| He' s gonna live and die in the eye of an urban storm | |
| Daddy won' t sell the farm | |
| One day he' s gonna leave it all to me | |
| And I' ll start my own branch of the family tree | |
| They' ll get the message written on the roof of the barn | |
| Daddy won' t sell the farm | |
| You can' t roll a rock up a hill that steep | |
| You can' t pull roots when they run that deep | |
| He' s gonna live and die in the eye of an urban storm | |
| Daddy won' t sell the farm | |
| We' re gonna live and die | |
| In the eye of an urban storm | |
| Daddy won' t sell the farm | |
| Oh you know a country boy can survive |