Ma Baker`s Little Acre — текст песни (John D. Loudermilk)

Now a little old lady by the name of Ma Baker lived out of town on one square acre
In a little white house with a picket fence all around
She had a kind and a gentle way till the day the TVA
Tried to make Ma Baker sell her little acre of land
They showed her a map of how the river ran and a sketch of a brand new dam
But Ma Baker wouldn`t sell her little acre of land
She said Pa left this to me sonny and I wouldn`t sell for love nor money
No sir Ma Baker`s gonna keep her little acre of land
The next time they came they brought the sheriff
Found Ma a rockin` in an old porch chair
Just a knittin` and a rockin` out in the evening sun
She said I think you best to wait and don`t just step through the picket gate
And on Ma`s lap they noticed Pa`s old shotgun
[ harmonica ]
Yeah now out in the middle of the brand new lake is a little island of one square acre
And Ma Baker`s just as happy as she can be
And she can`t swim but she can float and catch big bass from her motor boat
And when the wind ain`t blowin` too much she can water ski
Yeah and my Baker still owns her little acre of land