One day Henry Ford went down
Built his very own new town
Only one for miles around
In the middle of the Amazon
Hospitals and factories
A quarter-million rubber trees
Gonna beat that European squeeze
And raise his bottom line

Fordlandia still standing there
In the jungle air
In the middle of nowhere
Some dreams die hard
Some notions are
Like the city of Fordlandia

A church, a school and a butcher shop
But they never got a single crop
The whole thing was a giant flop
From the day he thought it up
How could anybody know
You can’t plant rubber trees in a row
They need a little space to grow
If your gonna send some tires back home

Fordlandia still standing there
In the jungle air
In the middle of nowhere
Some dreams die hard
Some notions are
Like the city of Fordlandia

Speaking now in Ford’s defense
Sometimes things make perfect sense
The best laid plans of mice and men
Will often go astray
All of history’s greatest minds
Dared to lay it on the line
They came up short a couple of times
Before they made the Model “T”

Fordlandia still standing there
In the jungle air
In the middle of nowhere
Some dreams die hard
Some notions are
Like the city of Fordlandia