Lyrics:

In my neck of the woods, the town where I live
It's out in the sticks and conservative.
Got lots of churches, we've got lots of bars
And the kids round here, they fight our wars.

Out on the left, out on the right
They're always arguing wrong and right.
But in the meantime, life just goes on.
We pay our bills, we mow our lawns.

If your neighbor gets the zoysia grass, buddy you get zoysia too,
And maybe if you hurt yourself he'll mow your lawn for you.

I was riding 'round listening to the radio.
Why they say those things, I just don't know.
Some states are red, some states are blue;
We like to simplify and believe it's true.

If your neighbor gets the zoysia grass, buddy you get zoysia too,
And maybe if you hurt yourself he'll mow your lawn for you.

Out on the lawn we got campaign signs.
We always know when it's election time.
The guy next door, his signs are not like mine,
But he's all right and we get along fine.

If your neighbor gets the zoysia grass, buddy you get zoysia too,
And maybe if you hurt yourself he'll mow your lawn for you.