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of the apple blossoms sprays the dew-kissed lawns
Back in dear old Nova Scotia, a place where I was born
The Scotian and the Ocean Limited, and the Maritime
sale
The lawn we were proud of is waving in hay,
Our beautiful garden has withered away,
Where you planted roses,the weeds seem to say,
A cottage
might be out on that lawn
Which is wide, at least half of a playing field
Because there's no explaining what your imagination
Can make you see and feel
To know what time could mean
The old Acacia lawn cut down
Was felt but never seen
I see it now
That world I knew is lost to me
Loves have come and gone
singing
He'll come back someday
Dawn, bird's still gone
Guess I'll go mow the lawn
What a day, what a day
Oooo, what a beautiful day this is
down the street to 301)
Saturday he mows the lawn, it's about a crack of dawn
Nine o'clock the work's all done, down the street to 301
(Nine o'clock
ain't never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk
I go home baby and I lay down on the lawn
might
And I missed me how I missed me at your house last night
I missed holding hands walking out on your lawn
I missed the sweet kiss that was mine
the chimney
Release me
Release me
Please
Release me
Release me
Where'd you park the car?
Where'd you park the car?
Clothes are on the lawn with
got a couple of rings and a brand-new watch, you want em?
'Cause I ain't never went gold off one song
I'm runnin' up on someone's lawn with guns drawn
girl, you're the queen of porn
You're the easiest lay on the White House lawn
Get out of my life, don't come back
Get out of my life, don't come back
my lawn
But you need an advisor
A satyr, but wiser
A good merchandiser
And oh!
There goes my ulcer!
I'm down to one last hope
And I hope it's you
On Billy and Davy dancin' in the moonlight
They were down near the water in a stone mud fight
Killer Joe gone passed out on the lawn
Well now, Hazy Davy
pop is non cypher, no can do
And if you think I'm a dope, then ask the other crew
And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow
I'm not Lawn
I'm mowing the lawn
I go off like nothing can phase me
You think we'll ever meet Stevie?
(One of these days, D!)
But I can stand my ground and I am
The lawn we were proud of is waving in hay
A beautiful garden has withered away
Where you planted roses the weeds seem to say
A cottage for sale
From
truck
And I'm full of American pride
I keep a Bible on my table
I got a flag out on my lawn
And I don't believe in mindin'
No one's business but my
I took a walk and sat down in a park
The gardener walked out and the sprinklers went on
They watered the lawn and I went to sleep
Ten thirty I
The local rock group down the street
Is trying hard to learn their song
They serenade the weekend squire
Who just came out to mow his lawn
the street to 301)
Saturday he mows the lawn it's about a crack of dawn
Nine o'clock the work's all done down the street to 301
(Nine o'clock the work's
in my lawn
Oh my God, show em I'm large
Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam
I am the bomb from New York to Milan
And I can write
so much more than I can say for me.
[Chorus]
But what a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another
And the fragrance of the apple blossoms
Sprays the dew-kissed lawns
Back in dear old Nova Scotia,
A place where I was born.
The Scotian and the Ocean Limited,
move across the lawn slowly
The seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand
And it's hey babe your supper's waiting for you
Hey my baby,
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