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
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 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