John Deere Tractor

Hey, Mama

Well, here's a letter from your son

Well, I think my city days are done

And it ain't been three weeks since I came

Hey, Mama

Well, I do remember what you said

"Say your prayers before you go to bed, son

And remember city women ain't the same"

Well, 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 sweet country girls don't complain

Hey, Mama

So much perfume, I thought I'd drown

And the Lord didn't seem to be nowhere around

Oh, I felt like a flower from the vine

Well, she was pretty, Lord knows

I thought that she would bring me joy

But she laughed and she called me "country boy," Mom

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, Ma, where the blue grass is growin'

And the fire light shimmers and shines

Hey, Mama

Hey, Mama

Hey, Mama