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
(chorus)
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
(repeat chorus)
How I’d like to be home, mom
Where the blue grass is growin’
And the fire light shimmers and it shines
(repeat chorus)
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