John D. Loudermilk Ma Baker's Little Acre lyrics

Now a little old lady by the name of Ma Baker
Lived out of town on one square acre
In a little white house with a picket fence all around

She had a kind and a gentle way till the day the TVA
Tried to make Ma Baker sell her little acre of land
They showed her a map of how the river ran
And a sketch of a brand new dam

But Ma Baker wouldn't sell her little acre of land
She said, "Pa left this to me sonny
And I wouldn't sell for love nor money"
No sir, Ma Baker's gonna keep her little acre of land

The next time they came they brought the sheriff
Found Ma a rockin' in an old porch chair
Just a knittin' and a rockin' out in the evening sun


She said, "I think you best to wait
And don't just step through the picket gate"
And on Ma's lap they noticed Pa's old shotgun

Yeah, now out in the middle of the brand new lake
Is a little island of one square acre
And Ma Baker's just as happy as she can be

And she can't swim but she can float
And catch big bass from her motor boat
And when the wind ain't blowin' too much she can water ski
Yeah, and my Baker still owns her little acre of land