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