There's a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane blacktop Where all the folks come to hear country music play And every year the city's getting closer and Lord knows it won't stop And old Hank the bartender gave us the bad news today Yeah, he said, this land was our land but Lord, now it's their land And we're still here, but not for long So let's raise a cold one and play all the old ones Till we've sung the last country song There's 300 acres of cotton, corn and a little bit of gravel All bought up by a builder from downtown Tomorrow when the earth starts a-shakin' and the walls start to rattle A big bulldozer's gonna take Hank's roadhouse down So everybody sing, this land was our land but Lord, now it's their land And we're still here, but not for long So let's raise a cold one and play all the old ones Till we've sung the last country song Will we play swangin' or he stop lovin' her today? It's really sad to see it end this way This land was our land but Lord, now it's their land And we're still here, but not for long So let's raise a cold one and play all the old ones Till we've sung the last country song Till we've sung the last country song Ahh, we've sung the last country song Ahh, we've sung the last country song Ahh, we've sung the last country song