There a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane blacktop
Where all the [bad word] to hear country music play
And every year the city's gettin' closer, Lord knows it won't stop
And old Hank the bartender gave us the bad news today, yeah he said
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This land was our land but Lord now it's their land
And we're still here, but not for long
So let's raise a cold one and play all the old ones
'Til we've sung the last country song

There's 300 acres of cotton corn and a little bit of gravel
All bought up by a builder from downtown
Tomorrow when the earth starts a-shakin and the walls start to rattle
big bulldozer's gonna take Hank's roadhouse down, so everybody sing
 [bad word] 

Will we play "Swingin'" or "He Stopped Loving Her Today"
It's really sad to see it end this way
 [bad word] 

'Til we've sung the last country song
Oh we've sung the last country song
Oh we've sung the last country song