John Deere Tractor - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

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, Ma, where the blue grass is growin'

And the sweet country girls don't complain

Hey, Mama

So much perfume, I thought I'd drown

And thе Lord didn't seem to be nowhere around

Oh, I feel likе 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 the 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