Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire
Laid by the father for the son
Good shelter down there on the valley floor
Down by where the sweet [bad word] 
Now they might give [bad word] That's not what I'm chasing, I was a rich man before yesterday
Now all I have got is a cheque and a pickup [bad word] And I left my farm on the freeway

They're busy building airports on the south side
Silicon chip factory on the east
And the big road's pushing through along the valley floor
Hot machine pouring six lanes at the very least

Now they say they gave [bad word] That's not what I'm chasing, I was a rich man before yesterday
Now all I have left is a broken-down pickup [bad word] Looks like my farm is a freeway

They forgot they told us what this old land was for
Grow two tons the acre, boy, between the stones
This was no Southfork, it was no Ponderosa
But it was the place that I called home

They say they gave [bad word] That's not what I'm chasing, I was a rich man before yesterday
And what do I want with a million dollars and a pickup [bad word] 
When I left my farm under the freeway