Testo di John Deere tractor

Dear Mother, 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 Mother, I do remember what you said Say your prayers before you go to bed, child And remember city boys ain't the same I'd like a John Deere Tractor In a half acre field Tryin' to plow the furrows 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 Mother, 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'd like a John Deere Tractor In a half acre field Tryin' to plow the furrows 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'd like a John Deere Tractor In a half acre field Tryin' to plow the furrows Where the soil is made of steel How I wish I was home, Mom