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 alright 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