Lyrics 60 Acres - James McMurtry
Turned
off
the
tv
Sat
down
to
dinner
Phone
rang,
we
were
saying
grace
Grand
ma
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
(Chorus)
Glory
glory
Hallelujah
Right
back
atcha
Hope
that'll
do
ya
Don't
look
at
me
like
theres
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
(Chorus)
Glory
glory
Hallelujah
Right
back
atcha
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
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