Turned off the tv Sat down to dinner Phone rang, we were saying grace Grandma died Left us sixty acres The last of the old home place Sixty acres up on the cap rock What am I supposed to do with that Uncle Claude got a eight wheeled tractor Plow it under in nothing flat We could plant some maize We could plant some cotton We could plant some oats just to see if they'd grow But I don't like farming Don't like the hours Don't like a life that goes so slow Glory glory Hallelujah Right back at'cha Hope that'll do ya Don't look at me like there's something I shouldn't a'said Just cause that old bird's dead Now cousin Clifford He got the good land Right on the highway out by Air Base road Looks like a Wal-Mart waiting to happen I mean to tell you it's a pot of gold It's in the city limits, zoned commercial Got city water and a sewer line What with the base expanding from consolidation It's worth a fortune and it oughta been mine Don't she look natural? Don't look at me like there's Something growing outa my head Just 'cause that old bird's dead