Brown Grass BluesJeff Siewert, Phil Hennen, Myra Waldrop
I was cuttiní the grass last weekend, Donít wanna cut grass no more
If I just turn off the water, It wonít grow tall like before
But my sexy suburban woman, She hates that dry, brown yard
She says if I canít grow a nice lawn, Sheíll be headiní for the door
She'll leave me Ďcause of brown grass, And give me them olí brown grass blues.
I'd like to keep her happy, But it's gettin' hard to do much more.
She gives me one of those looks, Like I'm lower than the floor
I cry, "donít leave me baby, Iíll turn the sprinkler back on,
Iíll spread some fertilizer, And Iíll spray till the bugs are gone.
Just donít leave me Ďcause of brown grass, Donít give me them olí brown grass blues."
I moved to Dallas county, A couple of years ago.
Iíd have it made, water was cheap, My place would be a show.
Mayor Miller comes and says, Donít water that grass so much.
No more than once a week. And only a little touch.
Donít worry about that brown grass, Donít be gettin' them olí brown grass blues."
I took the Mayorís advice, You'd think she'd know what to do
With all that help from the council, And the city manager, too.
But the water bill shot to the moon, Like it wasn't supposed to do
Now I canít pay my lawn man, And keep the water on, too.
Donít leave me Ďcause of brown grass, Donít give me them olí brown grass blues.
I sold my Harley cycle, Got me a second job.
I go down to the blood bank, And give Ďem a pint and sob.
Speakin' Ďbout them banks, Iím lookiní for one to rob.
It's a desperate situation, I'm ready to beg you, please.
Donít leave me Ďcause of brown grass, Donít give me them olí brown grass blues
My big screen's in the pawn shop. Donít go to the bar no more.
Donít even keep a six-pack, Inside my cooler door.
Sold the golf clubs and jet ski, I'm here to tell you the news
If you want a nice lawn,You got to pay some dues.
Donít leave me Ďcause of brown grass, Donít give me them olí brown grass blues."