Ma Baker`s Little Acre

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