Songtext von John Deere Tractor

Dear Mama, well, 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, 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 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 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 How I'd like to be home, Mom Where the blue grass is growin' And the fire light shimmers and it shines