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| The Judds Miscellaneous John Deere Tractor (1991) Dear mama, well here's a letter from your girl Well I think my city days are done gone And it ain't been three weeks since I came And mama, I do remember what you said Say your prayers before you go to bed child And remember city boys ain't the same Unlike a John Deere tractor in a half-acre field Trying to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel How I wish I was home mom where the blue grass is growing 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 Unlike a John Deere tractor in a half-acre field Trying to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel How I wish I was home mom where the blue grass is growing And the firelight shimmers and it shines I'd like a John Deere tractor in a half-acre field Trying to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel How I wish I was home mom where the blue grass is growing And the sweet country boys don't complain |
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