That's a beautiful song Jeff, good catch and thanks for sharing the lyrics.

Environmental songs have always struck a chord with me, as an avid hiker and backpacker, but sometimes artists have the tendency to make these songs variations on the same repeated theme, ie, "too many cars and plans make things bad," and the songs can get tired and loose their impact. A song like this truly drives things home to me.

A favorite environmental song of mine is Norman Blake's Highland Light (though it is--admittedly--pretty xenophobic) and "There Won't Be No Country Music" by, of all people, lead proponent of country music's truck-driver songs C. W. McCall (of "Convoy" fame). Since I haven't found a thread mentioning that song here yet, I'll add the lyrics here. It's got a very similar vein as the requested song.

From McCall's album, Wilderness, which focuses (logically) on the wilderness, the environment, and related issues. Released 1976.

THERE WON'T BE NO COUNTRY MUSIC
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

Well, it's only gonna be about an hour, friend
Till they dam your favorite river
So you can water-ski just one more reservoir
And them supersonic ships are gonna take you
'Cross a sea of pavement
To one more faceless brickyard on the shore

Yeah, it's only gonna be about an hour or so
Till they rip off all your mountains, boy
And that one last tired old eagle bites the sand
And all of that high-and-mighty scenery's
Gonna be leveled to the ground, boy
By a bunch a' them mindless strip mines on the land

CHORUS
So listen well, my brothers
When you hear the night wind sigh
And you see the wild goose flying
Through the gray, polluted sky
There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'Cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul

Well, it's only gonna take about a minute or so
Till the junkyards fill the prairies, boy
And them smokin' yellow grass fires start to burn
And the warnings on them beer cans
Gonna be buried in them landfills
No deposit, no sad songs, and no returns

Yeah, it's only gonna take about a minute or so
Till the factories blot the sun out
You gonna have to turn your lights on just to see
And them lights are gonna be neon, sayin'
"Fly Our Jets To Paradise"
And the whole damn world is gonna be made of styrene

CHORUS

Yeah, it's only gonna be about a second, boy
Till they take away all'a this country
And they'll tell you not to listen to this here song
And that far-off sound of freedom's
Gonna be an echo from the past
And the final tune is gonna be sad and long

And it's only gonna be about an eye-blink, boy
Till they pull out the wool to blind us
So we just can't read all the messages on the wall
But the only words that matter
Oughta be scribbled all over them billboards
In big old black and bloody letters, ten feet tall

[CLOSING CHORUS]
There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'Cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul

CLOSING CHORUS (x3)