Grass Lyrics by Charlie Worsham
I had a garden hose sipping red kool aid
Slipping on a blue tarp slip and slide
Momma had to bleach them green stains
Out the knees of my Levis
A little bluegrass bumping on a Walkman
Walking around high lonesome high
From the backyard blades to songs I play
Always been a homegrown guy
Sweating all summer on a John Deere stacking up cash cash cash
Singing along in the lawn seats way in the back back back
Just the way the good lord made me
Better in barefeet since I was a baby
Till the day I’m pushing up daisies
[?] grass
You can drop me off in the country
Opry on the am radio dial
With some flat pick picking to the frogs and the crickets
And my big illegal smile
Hope heaven has a few spare acres
And a lawn center at the super Walmart
So I can crack a cold beer and ride around
Cutting diamonds in the yard
Sweating all summer on a John Deere stacking up cash cash cash
Singing along in the lawn seats way in the back back back
Just the way the good lord made me
Better in barefeet since I was a baby
Till the day I’m pushing up daisies
[?] grass
Some people like sand
Some people like snow
Some people like the concrete
Where ain’t nothing grows
But I’d rather be
Sweating all summer on a John Deere stacking up cash cash cash
Singing along in the lawn seats way in the back back back
Just the way the good lord made me
Better in barefeet since I was a baby
Till the day I’m pushing up daisies
[?] grass