This is the grass But we mean it's green grass Blue grass, green grass Blue grass is green grass The tractor will be far The combine harvester is too far we know This is green grass Why it is called bluegrass i don't know But it may as well be the same I sit in the farm With my hat perched apon my head With my acoustic guitar and my ukulele and banjo But it's the mandolin i want And it's nothing for me to just get it out And start playing in my farm Because just that's what i do Big old tree stands far and i see it from my house Where i sit and play my bluegrass cos it's green grass And it's never gonna change from the grass that it is Even though there are trees in the garden This is my green grass