It Takes Four Feet To Make A Yard

Lyrics
Billy, hand the shovel to me Tell your mom to make some lemonade It's getting pretty hot I think I'd like to stop and rest awhile And drink some in the shade As soon as we get mama's rose Just like she wanted them then We can get your football out and play Until your mama calls us in There I go again I'm talking to him Just like he's still here with me Oh Lord it's hard, remembering is hard How he chased the ball, I kicked it too The street he fell beneath the speeding car Oh Lord it's hard, without him it's hard Don't know why I bother keeping up This place, it takes four feet to make a yard Honey bring your basket out I cut some roses for your crystal vase Should I mix them up or make 'em all one color Hon, I think you better rest and fix your face 'Cause the people from the garden magazine Will be here any minute taking pictures Of our house and yard and all the flowers in it There I go again I'm talking to her Just like she's still here with me Oh Lord it's hard, the memories are hard How she blamed me for our Billy's death And left me cursing me with every breath Oh Lord it's hard, without them it's hard Don't know why I bother keeping up this place It takes four feet to make a yard
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Credits
- Writers
- Larry Lee
- Douglas Glenn Tubb