Roots Music Report

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There is a story That the Folks in town will tell

About a man who had two different sides, One heaven the other hell

He raised the finest garden His fields were always green

But at night, he’d look to find a fight Cause the drinking it made him mean

Each day he’d pick the flowers for his wife so tenderly

And bring things from the garden to feed his family

But his wife she’d pay dearly when his evenings they were through

She said I wish the grass was greener on the meaner side of you

Sorrow killed all happiness as the years they rolled through

Their fields of green did luster into a deeper shade of blue

Their weathered love it ended like the garden in the fall

She took the bad until enough was had for her end it all

He used to bring her flowers and feed his family

But a drunkard can’t provide for a woman and her needs

But the drinking cost him dearly and his wife was finally through

She said you’ll wish the grass was greener on the meaner side of you

Now she lays flowers on a piece of chiseled stone

By the old garden plot there sitting all alone

That woman did what she had to do you can see her with a grin

Cause the grass it grows greener on the Sunny side of him

Lord the grass it grows greener on the Sunny side of him