Down in Mississippi
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It's a perfect time of year
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To break out the jumper cables
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And try to crank this ol' John Deere
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I can't wait to fire it up
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And put er' into gear
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I know I should be hurtin'
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But I'm smiling ear to ear
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Cuz I'm mowin' down the roses
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I'm mowin' down the roses
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I'm mowin' down the roses
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That you planted in our yard
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I poured out your purty perfume
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Straight down the toilet bowl
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And I ripped your face straight off the wall
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Left nothing but some holes
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I loaded up your closets
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Into fifteen garbage bags
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And I smoked with your potpourri
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On a burn pile in the back
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Down in Mississippi
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Its getting perfectly clear
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That anything you used to love
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Just ain't gonna grow round here
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I'm mowing down the roses
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That you planted in our yard
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Mowin' Down The Roses
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Jamey Johnson |