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This old farm to market road used to be gravel 
     C                                         D  
But now it's a four lane black top road heavy traveled 
          G                            C 
And there used to be some woods around here 
D                      G 
You never seen so many deer  
       C  
Well I wonder where they all are now 
D 
Looks like we cut 'em all down 
 
Chorus 
        G                  C 
It's a shame to see things change 
D                       G 
Every things looking so strange 
           C                               D 
Used to be out in the country right around here 
  G                      C 
I hate to see the timber fall 
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I hate to see another mall 
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I came back to the country the city's beat me back home 
 
Those old bright lights of the city they kept on callin 
 
And they sounded a whole lot better than the hay I was haulin 
 
Now I've had my stint underneath the bright lights 
 
And hualin hay sounds mighty nice 
 
But the pasture that I used to bale 
 
Is buried under concrete hell