[Banjo and harmonica intro] [Verse 1] Sun was high and the yard was wild, Grass by the fence near knee-high piled, Wolfie stepped out with his cowboy hat pulled down, No shirt on his back, just fur snow white. Boot hit the deck and the engine coughed, A puff of smoke and the whole thing took off, Cold beer riding in the cup holder near, One paw on the wheel of that old John Deere. He tipped that brim with a grin so wide, Like the county king had come outside, Carved through the clover in a bright green line, Looking half ridiculous, looking twice as fine. [Chorus] Green machine, cold beer, sunshine in the air, Tall grass falling like it knows better, Cowboy Hat cocked sideways, ears sticking through, Yard trouble only gives him something new. He can cuss at a branch, he can wrestle with a bee, Mow the whole back yard looking sexy, May not be graceful, but the view’s mighty clear: That’s one fine wolf on a green John Deere. [Verse 2] He rolled by the maples along the tree line, Thinking every low limb would duck in time, First one brushed him, second one swung, Third caught his shoulder and nearly got his tongue. WHACK went the branch, off tilted his hat, Wolfie glared back like, “It's fighting back?” He ducked too late and got clipped once more, Still kept that mower humming steady as before. Leaves in his hair and twigs in his fur, Threatening trees that couldn’t hear, Called it “checking clearance” with a confident crooked grin, Then rubbed at his muzzle and reached for his beer. [Chorus] Green machine, cold beer, sunshine in the air, Tall grass falling like it knows better, Cowboy Hat cocked sideways, ears sticking through, Yard trouble only gives him something new. He can cuss at a branch, he can wrestle with a bee, Mow the whole back yard looking sexy, May not be graceful, but the view’s mighty clear: That’s one fine wolf on a green John Deere. [Harmonica break] [Verse 3] Then the bugs rolled in like they paid the tax, Mosquitoes on his shoulders, horseflies at his back, A cloud round his ears kept driving him mad, He swatted at the air with the temper he had. Then a fat little bee found the beer in the tray, Circled once slow like, “I’m taking this away.” Wolfie slapped left while the mower went right, Cut a crooked green snake through the yard in flight. Beer nearly tipped and his hat nearly flew, He yelled, “That’s mine!” like the whole county knew, Spun in his seat, looking foolish and fierce, While the bee held position by the side of his beer. [Chorus] Green machine, cold beer, sunshine in the air, Tall grass falling like it knows better, Cowboy Hat cocked sideways, ears sticking through, Yard trouble only gives him something new. He can cuss at a branch, he can wrestle with a bee, Mow the whole back yard looking sexy, May not be graceful, but the view’s mighty clear: That’s one fine wolf on a green John Deere. [Verse 4] Down by the shed where the ground gets mean, The mower hit a rut that he hadn’t seen, Wolfie bounced high with a grip on the wheel, Beer jumped clear, but it somehow didn’t spill. A hidden old stick hit under the deck, Made one loud bang and near snapped his neck, He shut it all down and crawled underneath, Pulled out a branch with a growl through his teeth. Grease on his fingers and grass in his fur, He kicked that old tire and muttered a slur, Then fired it back up with a grin ear to ear, Called it "precussive maintenance” and reached for his beer. [Chorus] Green machine, cold beer, sunshine in the air, Tall grass falling like it knows better, Cowboy Hat cocked sideways, ears sticking through, Yard trouble only gives him something new. He can cuss at a branch, he can wrestle with a bee, Mow the whole back yard looking sexy, May not be graceful, but the view’s mighty clear: That’s one fine wolf on a green John Deere. [Fiddle and banjo break] [Verse 5] By late afternoon the battle was done, Fresh-cut rows shining gold in the sun, Wolfie parked under the old shade tree, Like he’d fought half the woods personally. Cowboy Hat sat crooked, fur full of green, Bug bites dotted every place in between, His beer had gone warm, but he drank it with pride, Surveying every acre he’d conquered outside. He stretched out his shoulders and admired the view, Said, “Ain’t one blade left that I didn’t subdue.” Then that bee came back, circling close to his ear, And Wolfie took off yelling, “Stay outta my beer!” [Final Chorus] Green machine, warm beer, sunset in the air, Fresh grass lying flat from the fence to the stair, Cowboy Hat cocked sideways, leaves hanging through, A whole day of trouble and he still rolled through. He got smacked by a branch, got chased by a bee, Nearly lost his cold one underneath the maple tree, May not be graceful, but the truth’s mighty clear: That’s one fine wolf on a green John Deere. Yeah, one fine wolf on a green John Deere. [END]
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