Uncle Frank

<br>They powered up the city with hydro-electric juice.<br>Now we got more electricity than we canever use.<br>They flooded out the hollow and all the folks down there moved out, but they<br>got paid so there ain`t nothin` else to think about.<br><br>Some of them made their living cutting the timber down, snaking it one log at<br>a time up the hill and into town. T.V.A. had a way to clear it off real fast.<br>Lots of men and machinary, build a dam and drown the rest.<br><br>Uncle Frank lived in a cabin down on Cedar Creek, bought fifteen acres when he<br>got back home from overseas. Fifteen rocky acres, figured noone else would<br>want, till all that backed up water had to have some place to go. <br><br>Uncle Frank couldn`t read or write. Never held down a job, or needed one in<br>his life. They assured him there`d be work for him in town building cars. It`s<br>already going down.<br><br>The cars never came to town and the roads never got built and the price of all<br>that power kept on going straight uphill. The banks around the hollow sold for<br>lake-front property where Doctors, Lawyers, and Musicians teach their kids to<br>waterski.<br><br>Uncle Frank couldn`t read or write so there was no note or letter found where<br>he died. Just a rope around his neck and the kitchen table turned on it`s side<br><br>lyrics by Mike Cooley / music by Drive-by Truckers