[Verse 1] Red dirt on her boots, grass stains on her knees, She’s out in the yard, cutting down the weeds. Riding that mower like it’s her big dream, While I’m inside, just watching the TV screen. [Chorus] If I’d just fixed the sprinkler, she wouldn’t be mowing, Wouldn’t be out there, that sweat a-showing. If I’d trimmed the hedges, stayed on the ball, She’d be inside, not cursing it all. But I let it slide, now she’s out there groaning— If I’d done my part, she wouldn’t be mowing. [Verse 2] She’s yelling my name, but I’m acting real deaf, Sipping my iced tea, thinking, "What’s left?" She’s steering that Deere like a NASCAR queen, While I pretend I don’t know what she means. [Prechorus] There’s a storm in her eyes, brewing real fast, I should’ve known this peace wouldn’t last. [Chorus] If I’d just fixed the sprinkler, she wouldn’t be mowing, Wouldn’t be out there, that temper a-blowing. If I’d pulled the weeds, made the yard look neat, She’d be inside, with her tired feet. But I played it cool, now her wrath is growing— If I’d done my part, she wouldn’t be mowing. [Bridge] Now she’s revving that mower like it’s a war cry, And I’m hiding inside, wondering if I’ll survive. She’s aiming for the porch, that glint in her eye— Lord, I think it’s time to apologize.
