I grew up in sylvania There aren't so many woods now How dare he lay his name upon that track of land Those natives got on cool there They felt no need to rule there Who really gives a shit about some william penn On your own sylvania homestead If that be your belief You can claim you own it Though you bought it From the thief Who Might have been the boss awhile He never was the chief Oh i know Founding forefathers i call you deadbeat dads Founding forefathers i call you deadbeat dads Founding forefathers i call you deadbeat dads Leave us alone Leave everyone alone We can work it on our own Sylvania is beautiful when the fall rolls around There's gourds out in the fields and indian corn You can't eat them though Many have some summer throe on the fields Remind me how it was Amazing Amazing Amazing