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Our neighbor’s husband had died one day
The rumor was it was suicide
My father made me go cut her grass
It was over one hundred degrees outside

I hadn’t seen her in about six months
Ever since he had passed away
I was hoping she wouldn’t come out to pay me
Cause I wouldn’t know what to say

When you’re sixteen years young, thirty seems real old
Though I knew she looked real fine
All the teenage boys in the neighborhood
Tried to catch her sunbathing all the time

I was working in my gym shorts
Like I said, that day was warm
Even though she didn’t have much of a yard
I was sweat’n up a storm

I could sense her eyes upon me
I was in football playing shape
I thought I better put my shirt back on
But I was a minute or two too late

She stepped out on the patio
With a pitcher of cold iced tea
And said, “Take a break; Come on over here
And share some of this with me.”

I guess she was gett’n lonely
I never knew anyone to visit her house
I could see that she had no bra on
Underneath her flimsy blouse

I’ll spare you the gory details
I’ll just say that that day got hotter
I never told anyone about the widow next door
But, you know, I never forgot her

That summer, her grass was always cut short
I did it twice a week
My parents paid me a buck and a half 
Thinking I was being awful sweet

The moving van pulled up to her house
Early in the fall
I was on my way to the high school field
To practice for football

She blew me a subtle kiss
And waved to my folks good-bye
She drove down the street and out of my life
With a tear drop in my eye

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