| Well, it’s only gonna be about an hour, friend |
| 'Til they dam your favorite river |
| So you can water-ski just one more reservior |
| And them supersonic ships are gonna take you |
| 'Cross a sea of pavement |
| To one more faceless brickyard on the shore |
| Yeah, it’s only gonna be about an hour or so |
| 'Til they rip off all your mountains, boy |
| And that one last tired old eagle bites the sand |
| And all of that high-and-mighty scenery’s |
| Gonna be leveled to the ground, boy |
| By a bunch a' them mindless strip mines on the land |
| So listen well, my brothers |
| When you hear the night wind sigh |
| And you see the wild goose flying |
| Through the gray, polluted sky |
| There won’t be no country music |
| There won’t be no rock 'n' roll |
| 'Cause when they take away our country |
| They’ll take away our soul |
| Well, it’s only gonna take about a minute or so |
| 'Til the junkyards fell the prairies, boy |
| And them smokin' yellow grass fires start to burn |
| And the warnings on them beer cans |
| Gonna be buried in them landfills |
| No deposit, no sad songs, and no returns |
| Yeah, it’s only gonna take about a minute or so |
| 'Til the factories blot the sun out |
| You gonna have to turn your lights on just to see |
| And them lights are gonna be neon, sayin' |
| «Fly Our Jets To Paradise» |
| And the whole damn world is gonna be made of styrene |
| So listen well, my brothers |
| When you hear the night wind sigh |
| And you see the wild goose flying |
| Through the gray, polluted sky |
| There won’t be no country music |
| There won’t be no rock 'n' roll |
| 'Cause when they take away our country |
| They’ll take away our soul |
| Yeah, it’s only gonna be about a second, boy |
| 'Til they take away all’a this country |
| And they’ll tell you not to listen to this here song |
| And that far-off sound of freedom’s |
| Gonna be an echo from the past |
| And the final tune is gonna be sad and long |
| And it’s only gonna be about an eye-blink, boy |
| 'Til they pull out the wool to blind us |
| So we just can’t read all the messages on the wall |
| But the only words that matter |
| Oughta be scribbled all over them billboards |
| In big old black and bloody letters, ten feet tall |
| THERE WON’T BE NO COUNTRY MUSIC |
| THERE WON’T BE NO ROCK 'N' ROLL |
| 'CAUSE WHEN THEY TAKE AWAY OUR COUNTRY |
| THEY’LL TAKE AWAY OUR SOUL |
| There won’t be no country music |
| There won’t be no rock 'n' roll |
| 'Cause when they take away our country |
| They’ll take away our soul |
| There won’t be no country music |
| There won’t be no rock 'n' roll |
| 'Cause when they take away our country |
| They’ll take away our soul |
| There won’t be no country music |
| There won’t be no rock 'n' roll |
| 'Cause when they take away our country |
| They’ll take away our soul |
| 'Cause when they take away our country |
| They’ll take away our soul |