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, 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