John Deere Tractor

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
Trying to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel
Oh, I wish I was home, ma, where the bluegrass is growin'
And the sweet country girls don't complain

Mama
So much perfume I thought I'd drown
And the Lord didn't seem to be nowhere around
Hey, I fell like a flower from the vine

Ah, she was pretty Lord knows
Thought she would bring me joy
She laughed she called me country boy, ma
And after she had been so kind

I'm like a John Deere tractor in a half acre field
Trying to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel
Oh, I wish I was home, ma, where the bluegrass is growin'
And the fire light shimmers and shines