If I just turn off the water, It won’t grow tall like before

But my sexy suburban woman, She hates that dry, brown yard

She says if I can’t grow a nice lawn, She’ll be headin’ for the door

She'll leave me ‘cause of brown grass, And give me them ol’ brown grass blues.

I'd like to keep her happy, But it's gettin' hard to do much more.

She gives me one of those looks, Like I'm lower than the floor

I cry, "don’t leave me baby, I’ll turn the sprinkler back on,

I’ll spread some fertilizer, And I’ll spray till the bugs are gone.

Just don’t leave me ‘cause of brown grass, Don’t give me them ol’ brown grass blues."

I moved to Dallas county, A couple of years ago.

I’d have it made, water was cheap, My place would be a show.

Mayor Miller comes and says, Don’t water that grass so much.

No more than once a week. And only a little touch.

Don’t worry about that brown grass, Don’t be gettin' them ol’ brown grass blues."

I took the Mayor’s advice, You'd think she'd know what to do

With all that help from the council, And the city manager, too.

But the water bill shot to the moon, Like it wasn't supposed to do

Now I can’t pay my lawn man, And keep the water on, too.

Don’t leave me ‘cause of brown grass, Don’t give me them ol’ brown grass blues.

I sold my Harley cycle, Got me a second job.

I go down to the blood bank, And give ‘em a pint and sob.

Speakin' ‘bout them banks, I’m lookin’ for one to rob.

It's a desperate situation, I'm ready to beg you, please.

Don’t leave me ‘cause of brown grass, Don’t give me them ol’ brown grass blues

My big screen's in the pawn shop. Don’t go to the bar no more.

Don’t even keep a six-pack, Inside my cooler door.

Sold the golf clubs and jet ski, I'm here to tell you the news

If you want a nice lawn,You got to pay some dues.

Don’t leave me ‘cause of brown grass, Don’t give me them ol’ brown grass blues."