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
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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 ba** 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