I Gotta Cut the Grass (Suburban Slave)

My fellow New Englanders... this has been a trying spring & summer weatherwise... the constant rain has discouraged any extended outdoor activities, and, if you are a lucky home owner (lawn owner) then you get to use all the time you DIDN'T spend traveling CUTTING THE LAWN! Lucky you.
Disclaimer: if you're not a suburban slave, then this song may not have appeal for you.

Lyrics: Gotta Go and Cut the Grass

Woke up this mornin' and it was stormin
I cursed my luck-it was another rainy day
But I kept hopin" then the skies burst open
And the rain commenced to wash my smile away

I stared out at the lawn, lost in some reverie
While all the colors faded- gone-now all I see is green...

To the service station-now I'm dashin'
To fill that jug with my weekly ration
The summers slowly slidin' past
And all I do is cut the grass.

Cut it on Sunday, took a break on Monday
Tuesday I was at it once again
I don't have a rider, I can't sit astride her
And pushin' that thing is more than I can stand

The weeds-they seem to grow just like there's no tomorrow
I'll pull em all, yknow, when I find the time to borrow,,,

This weather's dealt the cruelest blow
I sit and watch the front lawn grow
I gotta git up off my ass
Time to head outside and cut the grass

In my sweet dreamin' snow sparkles gleamin'
The silent yard is covered in pure white
But when I awaken, that peace is shaken
The lawn has grown another inch last night

So back and forth I trod on that familiar ground
Up and down cross the soggy sod-oh, how my ears hate that dreadful sound....

Id love to take a long vacation
Wander off across the nation
But that sure won't come to pass, 'cause
I gotta stay home and cut the grass

Well ol' St. Peter...heavenly greeter
Was passin' judgement at the pearly gates
While his pal Satan in his armchair waitin'
Would grab some souls and fling 'em to a fiery fate

But every now and then, y'know, Satan put a soul aside
And that pile there would grow and grow, and everyone in line would wonder why...

'Til old Joe asked the Devil straight
What's special 'bout that stack that waits?
They're New Englanders he learned--
They're much too wet to burn!

So, in between the rain a-fallin
I can hear the Devil callin'
But he'll have to grab me last
'Cause I gotta go now and cut the grass
Yeah, I'll just take a pass
Cause I have to cut the grass

Category:

Music

Tags:

• Jamoof
• rain
• lawn mower
• John Prine
• thunderstorms
• St. Peter
• Satan
• rainfall
• New England

[blaqqwingedangel1]

excellent!

[rezeve69]

Nice work! I enjoyed that.

[whyiknowimawino]

As a New Englander, I appreciate that the spring rains of 2009 have thus been laid down in song.

[CooterJuneBug]

Nice joke at the end for all of us New Englanders... well done.

[gotschas]

JMF! I love this. And guess what! it's raining! next song could be about the exotic mushrooms that are sprouting up everywhere . . . . I hope you keep posting these. . . I love hearing them. Take care, Cha

[elstroker]

Ya done John Prine proud.