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The Land They Didn't Sweat For - Ghost Crew Project

Ghost Crew Project. This song was composed by Mark Storey AI was used to create the arrangement and recording. Copyright 2026 Mark Storey all rights reserved The Land They Didn’t Sweat For (in Red River County) – by Mark Storey Verse 1 There’s a whistle still echoing off the Red River line Where the Texas & Pacific used to make it on time We were the "Tomato Capital," back in the day Green wraps in the baskets, headed far, far away With the scent of the peaches and the saw-dust air We built a life on what was honest and fair. Verse 2 When the world went to war back in thirty-eight Red River Depot opened up the gate Our boys traded tractors for a uniform tan Working overtime for a righteous plan Yeah, we’re proud of this flag and the dirt on our boots But there’s a storm cloud rising over Avery’s roots. Chorus And they call it Marvin Nichols, like a name makes it right To drown out the history in the dead of the night They want to dam up the Sulphur, let the bottom-land go To keep the fountains a-turning in the DFW show They won't flood the Trinity or the concrete they pave They’d rather bury our home in a watery grave. Verse 3 Now, the "Corps" comes a-knocking with a map and a pen Telling us progress is a thieving man’s friend It’s easy to sacrifice what isn't your own When you’re sitting in the city on a high-rise throne But these woods have been family since the fences were wire And you can’t quench a thirst with a heartbreak fire. Bridge We’ve got cattle in the pasture and timber in the brake And a whole lot of spirit that they’re never gonna take If they want a reservoir, let 'em dig their own yard 'Cause the land here is sacred, and the people here are hard. Chorus Yeah, they call it Marvin Nichols, like a name makes it right To drown out the history in the dead of the night They want to dam up the Sulphur, let the bottom-land go To keep the fountains a-turning in the DFW show They won't flood the Trinity or the concrete they pave They’d rather bury our home in a watery grave. Outro Keep your eyes on the river... Keep your feet on the ground... They might want the water... But they’ll never take this town. (No, they’ll never take Avery down.)