I did not know you was gone
I was mowing the lawn
Still hillbilly at heart.
Our love couldn't last
Like our love for the grass
Still hillbilly at heart.
You mowed me down when I met you, baby
You made green pastures fade away
Now that it's over, I'll bet you, baby,
I still be making hay, hay- hay- hay
I did not know you was gone
I was mowing the lawn
Still hillbilly at heart.
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