Weed Whacker Blues

Getting the lawn done
Before the big boss comes
I'm trying to weave this trimmer line
But now I'm running out of time
I said my weed whackers not right
It never starts for me at night
And my excuses won't go far

And now I'm wondering how will I keep my job if it's not right?
My yard is not a pretty sight
The grass is climbing up my wall
Man it sure looks tall
So now I'm feeling small
Got a weed whacker curse
For me these things act the worst
They never start for me right

Well this ride on is a cinch
But hey I'm still in a pinch
Because my lawn mower is dead
And now my face is turning red

What can I do? I just shrug
It's the worst hour for bugs
I can't chop with my net on
Well now where have my goggles gone?
I took them off when they got fogged trying to see this trimmer line

They never work for me right
It feels like there's no hope in sight
I got a weed whacker curse
Will someone call me a hearse?
Alright let's not blow a fuse

You just got the weed whacker blues
To tell you the truth
You got the weed whacker blues
To tell you the truth



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Writer(s): Shane Turner
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