Three Rivers Song

Well I come from a place not too far from Texas

A blanket of red oaks and wild loblolly pines

Down somewhere between heaven and no where

Down by the Red River on the Arkansas line

Now my hometown and nothin' much more than a saw mill

A church and a school, and a greasy cafe

Oh but lumber has slowed down

And I fear before long my hometown will dry up and then blow away

So you best buy your permits and round up your cattle

If you're too proud to leave you'll be too poor to stay

And remember the good times, back when you had 'em

Well you know Mr. Weyerhaeuser has the last say

Oh here comes that Texan, he's got the money

Now name your price buddy, I'm willing to pay

He comes up from Dallas and he calls us hillbillies

And then sleeps in that cabin on Broken Bow Lake

So you best buy your permits and round up your cattle

Oh the cow man he's lost and stays on the plain

And remember the good times, back when you had 'em

Well you know Mr. Weyerhaeuser has the last say

Now down on the Glover, there's a spotted wild pony

He ain't never seen a saddle, bridle, or rain

And he stands just as free as the stream that he drinks from

But when all's said or doe he'll be dead or be tamed

So you best buy your permits and round up your cattle

If you're too proud to leave you'll be too poor to stay

And remember the good times, back when you had 'em

Well you know Mr. Weyerhaeuser has the last say