Lyrics:

(there won't be no rock 'n' roll) (c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis) Well, it's only gonna be about an hour, friend 'til they dam your favorite river So you can water-ski just one more reservior And them supersonic ships are gonna take you 'cross a sea of pavement To one more faceless brickyard on the shore Yeah, it's only gonna be about an hour or so 'til they rip off all your mountains, boy And that one last tired old eagle bites the sand And all of that high-and-mighty scenery's Gonna be leveled to the ground, boy By a bunch a' them mindless strip mines on the land [chorus] So listen well, my brothers When you hear the night wind sigh And you see the wild goose flying Through the gray, polluted sky There won't be no country music There won't be no rock 'n' roll 'cause when they take away our country They'll take away our soul Well, it's only gonna take about a minute or so 'til the junkyards fell the prairies, boy And them smokin' yellow grass fires start to burn And the warnings on them beer cans Gonna be buried in them landfills No deposit, no sad songs, and no returns Yeah, it's only gonna take about a minute or so 'til the factories blot the sun out You gonna have to turn your lights on just to see And them lights are gonna be neon, sayin' 'fly our jets to paradise' And the whole damn world is gonna be made of styrene [chorus] So listen well, my brothers When you hear the night wind sigh And you see the wild goose flying Through the gray, polluted sky There won't be no country music There won't be no rock