John Deere Tractor
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Dear Mama, here's a letter from your girl:
"Well, I think, my city days are done, Mom
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,
Tryin' to plow the 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 don't complain!And Mama, so much perfume, I thought, I'd drown
And the 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,
Tryin' to plow the furrow,
Where the soil is made of steel.
How I wish, I was home, Mom,
Where the blue grass is growin'
And the fire light shimmers and it shines!I'm like a John Deere tractor...