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 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 don't complain

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

how i'd like to be home

mom

where the blue grass is growin'

and the fire light shimmers and it shines