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 aint gonna grow round here
I'm mowing down the roses That you planted in our yard