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OKAY, let's try that again:

The Stockpile Song
By: Will E. Nelson

Take the flag down from its place, where it led the human race.
Run up U. N. white and blue.
That's what your "leaders" plan to do.
They don't seem to understand, we are a freedom loving band.
So spread the word across the land:
stockpile weapons while you can.

The public schools were first to go.
They're run by leftists as you know.
So school your children safe at home,
free from their propaganda zone.
For they don't want to understand,
we are a family loving band.
We'll spread the word across the land:
stockpile knowledge while you can.

Somewhere there near your home town,
professor's robe or judge's gown,
there is a leftist who must go.
So lock and load and let them know.
The time will come they'll understand,
we are a patriotic band.
We've spread the word across the land:
stockpile weapons while you can.

It could have been worse. They might have sung this song that is circulating on the internet: The Stockpile Song By: Will E. Nelson....OKAY, let's try that again:....

Tunesmith C.W. McCall of Convoy fame saw this coming back in 1976 and let us know about it as far back as 1976 with this song from his Wilderness album. I wish a few more people had realized what was ahead, way back on that American birthday year, when we were still celebrating the 200th year of Americal Liberty.

There Won't Be No Country Music (There Won't Be No Rock 'N' Roll)

(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

[Pay attention, I'm only gonna 'splain this to you once.]

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

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

Yeah, it's only gonna be about a second, boy
'Til they take away all'a this country
And they'll tell you not to listen to this here song
And that far-off sound of freedom's
Gonna be an echo from the past
And the final tune is gonna be sad and long

And it's only gonna be about an eye-blink, boy
'Til they pull out the wool to blind us
So we just can't read all the messages on the wall
But the only words that matter
Oughta be scribbled all over them billboards
In big old black and bloody letters, ten feet tall

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

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

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

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
'Cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul