John Deere Tractor
Dear mama here’s a letter from your girl
Well I think my city days are done
And it ain’t been three weeks since I came
And mama I 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
Trying to plow a furrow
Where the soil is mighty still
Oh 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 drown
And lord didn’t seem to be nowhere around
Hey I felt just like a flower from the vine
I’m like a John Deere tractor
In a half acre field
Trying to plow a furrow
Where the soil is mighty still
Oh I wish I was home mom
Where the blue grass is growin’
And the farm yard shimmers and it shines
On like a John Deere tractor
In a half acre field
Trying to plow a furrow
Where the soil is mighty still
Oh I wish I was home mom
Where the blue grass is growin’
And the sweet country boys don’t complain
Writer(s): Lawrence Hammond
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