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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
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