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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Billy Strings
Guitare acoustique
Terry Barber
Guitare acoustique
Ronnie McCoury
Mandoline
Rob McCoury
Banjo
Michael Cleveland
Violon folklorique
Mike Bub
Contrebasse
Jerry Douglas
Dobro
Debora Apostle
Chant
Jason Carter
Violon folklorique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Lawrence Hammond
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Billy Strings
Production
Gary Paczosa
Ingénierie de mixage
Neal Cappellino
Ingénierie de prise de son
Skyler Chuckry
Assistance d’ingénierie
Brandon Bell
Ingénierie
Paul Blakemore
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
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, mama
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 feel like 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 furrows
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
Writer(s): Lawrence Hammond
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