CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : John Deere Tractor

Hey, Mama
Here's a letter from your son
Well, I guess my city days are done, Ma
And it ain't been three weeks since you 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
I'm tryin' to plow furrows where the soil is made of steel
Oh, I wish I was home, Ma, where the blue gra** is growin'
And the sweet country girls don't complain

Hey, Mama
So much perfume, I thought I'd drown
And thе Lord didn't seem to be nowhere around
Oh, I feel likе a flower on the vine

Oh, she was pretty, Lord knows
Thought that she would bring me joy
She laughed and she called me "country boy," boy
And after she had been so kind
I'm like a John Deere tractor in a half-acre field
I'm tryin' to plow the furrows where the soil is made of steel
Oh, I wish I was home, Ma, where the blue gra** is growin'
And the fire light shimmers and shines