Down in Mississippi

It's a perfect time of year

To break out the jumper cables

And try to crank this ol' John Deere

I can't wait to fire it up

And put er' into gear

I know I should be hurtin'

But I'm smiling ear to ear



Cuz I'm mowin' down the roses

I'm mowin' down the roses

I'm mowin' down the roses

That you planted in our yard



I poured out your purty perfume

Straight down the toilet bowl

And I ripped your face straight off the wall

Left nothing but some holes

I loaded up your closets

Into fifteen garbage bags

And I smoked with your potpourri

On a burn pile in the back



Down in Mississippi

Its getting perfectly clear

That anything you used to love

Just ain't gonna grow round here



I'm mowing down the roses

That you planted in our yard