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

I'm like the 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

I'm like the John Deere tractor

In a half acre field

Tryin' to plow a furrow

Where the soil is made of steel

How I'd like to be home, mom

Where the blue grass is growin'

And the fire light shimmers and it shines

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