Lawn Too Steep to Mow

Song by Don Ray

Lawn Too Steep to Mow by CJ Roffis and Don Ray

Teenage boy in tennis shoes
Riding a bicycle, delivering the news,
Riding the bench on the basketball team,
Riding the bench on the dating scene.

Living my life on top of this hill;
I got talent, baby, I got skill:
When I set my foot, I don't ever slip;
When I close my hand, I don't lose my grip.

And I am the one who mows the lawn too steep to mow.
I am the one who mows.

Mr. Wilson - eighty years old;
Mr. Sanner - heart of gold;
Hot Rod was a drinking man,
Yellowed eyes, big strong hands.

Up and down and across the grade,
River bluffs Mississippi made;
And I'm just an ordinary, skinny white kid
Trying to do what they all did.

And I am the one who mows the lawn too steep to mow.
I am the one who mows.

And I would not bet a nickel on your Cub Cadet.
I wouldn't trust a Walker and I wouldn't trust a Grasshopper.
You're going to need some fixin' if you try it on a Dixon.
And you won't get near to here on your big John Deere;
No, you won't get near to here on your big John Deere.

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And I am the one who mows the lawn too steep to mow.
I am the one who mows.
I am, I am, I am who I am...