John Deere Tractor

Lyrics
Hey Mama, here's a letter from your son Well, I think, my city days are done, ma And it ain't been three weeks since I came Hey mama, I do remember what you said Say your prayers before you go to bed son And remember city women ain't the same I'm like a John Deere tractor In a half acre field Tryin' to plow a furrow Where the soil is made of steel Oh, I wish I was home, ma Where the blue grass is growin' And the sweet country girls don't complain Mama, so much perfume I thought I'd drowned And the Lord didn't seem to be nowhere around Hey, I fell like a flower from the vine Aw, she was pretty, Lord knows Thought that she would bring me joy She laughed, she called me, "country boy" And after she had been so kind I'm like a John Deere tractor In a half acre field Tryin' to plow a furrow Where the soil is made of steel Oh, I wish I was home, Lord Where the blue grass is growin' And the fire light shimmers and shines
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Credits
- Writers
- Lawrence Hammond