I live out in the country,
biggest yard you've ever seen
she'd like to keep it clean
I ain't no yard man's son
Got a pocket full of money,
she won't pay to get it done
I bought a ride -along mower,
a dirty sumbitch won't run
and my name is up in lights
Big city baller, we gon' rock all night
choppin' wood in the morning light
When it comes to ballin',
Come on home to the country
cuttin' grass in the settin' sun
So let it grow, let it grow,
till the counter come cuttin' it down
Let it grow, let it grow,
till the winter turn it brown
Lord, if she can't fix him,
knows the land like the back of his hand
He loved to watch me out here
sweatin' and showin' my ass
So boy, I hope you play guitar
better than you cut that grass
come on over here, have your fun
I gots a pocket full of money,
I'll pay you soon to get it done
I gots a pocket full of money,
I'll pay you soon to get it done