Dan Seals - Five generations of rock county wilsons

It ^Gseems like over ^D/F#night, the ^Em7town of Red River Was ^Csuddenly full of strange ^Dmen Who wore ^Csuits in the summer And ^G/Bstood on the dirt roads, ^Atrying to hold their maps in the ^Dwind And ^Gsome of them ^D/F#smiled, and ^Em7some of them didn't And ^Cnone of them came back a ^Dgain After ^G5 gener ^D/F#ations of ^Em7Rock County Wilsons The ^Clast 50 ^G/Bacres, ^Capparently ^G/Bdidn't ^CMean a ^Ddamn thing to ^Gthem

I ^Gstood on the ^D/F#hill, over ^Em7looking Red River Where my ^Cmomma and her momma ^Dlay And ^Clistened to the growling of the ^G/Bbig diesel cat As they ^Atore up the woods where I pl ^Dayed And I said, ^GMomma for ^D/F#give me, but ^Em7I'm almost glad, That ^Cyou're not here to ^Dday After ^G5 gener ^D/F#ations of ^Em7Rock County Wilsons To see the ^Clast 50 ^G/Bacres in the ^Chands of some ^G/Bbody That would ^Cactually ^Dblow it a ^Gway

You ^Gknow the Bus ^D/F#station, in the ^Em7town of Red River ^CUsed to be the general ^Dstore. But ^Cnow they got a new one. And you ^G/Bknow that's ok, if a ^Abus is what you're looking ^Dfor So ^Gearly one ^D/F#morning, when the ^Em7sun cut red ^CI got up with the ^Ddawn After ^G5 gener ^D/F#ations of ^Em7Rock County Wilson's The ^Clast one just ^G/Bclimbed on a ^Cbig gray ^Ddog (N.C) And was gone