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The dog days of summer have finally arrived
Windows wide open clothes on the line
And all kinds of motors are humming between the yards
Everythingâs growing everythingâs green
Noses are poking over to see
If youâre doing it right on your side of the fence
It ainât always roses when you get mustard in the garden
Pick your battles like you pick your weeds and life will be a bed of daisies
It takes time to grow but the heat makes it hard
Then thereâs trimming and cutting when youâre not around
Sometimes itâs hard to blossom in a small town
With old folks sitting on their front stoops
Looking for gossip looking for news
And reading the paper to make sure that they got it right
It ainât always roses when you get mustard in the garden
Pick your battles like you pick your weeds and life will be a bed of daisies
Itâs hard to get higher
How you gonna get higher
When there ainât enough water so drown all your sorrows down at the bar
And when morning arrives youâll forget all your worries just keep your head up
Because it ainât always roses when you get mustard in the garden
Pick your battles like you pick your weeds and life will be a bed of daisies
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- Back to Dirt
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