John Deere Tractor

Dear mama, well, here's a letter from your girl
 Well, I think my city days are done, mom
 And it ain't been three weeks since I came
 And mama, do remember what you said
 Say your prayers before you go to bed, child
 And remember city boys ain't the same
 I'm like the John Deere tractor
 In a half acre field
 Tryin' to plow a furrow
 Where the soil is made of steel
 How I wish I was home, mom
 Where the blue grass is growin'
 And the sweet country boys don't complain
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 And, mama, so much perfume I thought I'd drown
 And the Lord didn't seem to be nowhere around
 Hey, I felt just like a flower from the vine
 I'm like the John Deere tractor
 In a half acre field
 Tryin' to plow a furrow
 Where the soil is made of steel
 How I'd like to be home, mom
 Where the blue grass is growin'
 And the fire light shimmers and it shines
 I'm like a John Deere tractor
 In a half acre field
 Tryin' to plow a furrow
 Where the soil is made of steel
 How I wish I was home, mom
 Where the blue grass is growin'
 And the sweet country boys...