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Grandfather told me
When he was just a child
This land was full of trees
And animals ran wild

He'd fill up his truck
And head on down the road
Thirty miles into town
Just for half a load

You could do that then

Now we've got to trade
For every little thing
I'll be heading into town
Possibly next spring

The war was won okay
But not on foreign soil
The fight was close to home
We took Alaska's oil

It's a future shock
We're running down the clock

Now we grow our oil
From seed there's no more crude
The choice is tough each year
Grow fuel or grow food

I tell my children
Think of your own kind
Plan ahead for ever now
Food and fuel's entwined

It's a future shock
We're running down the clock
You could do that . . .