Dear mama, well, heres a letter from your girl Well, I think my city days are done, mom And it aint been three weeks since I came And mama, do remember what you said Say your prayers before you go to bed, child And remember city boys aint the same Im like the John Deere tractor In a half acre field Tryin to plow a furrow Where the soil is made of steel How I wish I was home, mom Where the blue grass is growin And the sweet country boys dont complain And, mama, so much perfume I thought Id drown And the Lord didnt seem to be nowhere around Hey, I felt just like a flower from the vine Im like the John Deere tractor In a half acre field Tryin to plow a furrow Where the soil is made of steel You might also likeHow Id like to be home, mom Where the blue grass is growin And the fire light shimmers and it shines Im like a John Deere tractor In a half acre field Tryin to plow a furrow Where the soil is made of steel How I wish I was home, mom Where the blue grass is growin And the sweet country boys
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