Just up the line from Orchard Drive
By the concrete factory
Sam Walton’s own is displacing homes
From the Bitterroot Valley
See all the folks who ain’t lost hope
Are moving far away
So that at night the halide lights
Don’t drive ‘em plumb insane
Now all Ravalli County’s
Had the chance to cast their vote
And those opposed weren’t even close
To sinking Wally’s boat
Because it seems that when convenience
And integrity collide
What’s good for me doth supersede
And sweep the rest aside
They leased the land from some old man
Who’d forgot what it's worth
To occupy the country side
And homestead of your birth
They done plowed the prairie under
And they paved it wall to wall
So in trade for self sufficience
The ‘Roots now got a shopping mall
Well I propose to them who chose
To bring that beast around
They trade their place and open space
For Wal-Mart’s neighbors’ ground
But somehow I doubt I got the clout
To make these poor fools understand
Sometimes the reason not to
Is just simply ‘cause you can