Lyrics John Deere Tractor - The Judds
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...
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