Lyrics John Deere Tractor - live - The Judds

We were born and raised in the bluegrass of Kentucky
And mighty proud of it
And this is an old-timey bluegrass song, one of our favorites
It tells the story of a young girl
Who leaves the country for the first time, goes off to the big city
I guess like goin' from Hampton to Norfolk or somethin'
She gets real homesick for her mama and writes her a letter home

Dear, Mama
Well, here's a letter from your girl
Well, I think my city days are done, Ma
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

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, Ma
Where the blue grass is growin'
And the sweet country boys don't complain
Are there any country boys here?

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 a 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, Ma
Where the blue grass is growin'
And the fire light shimmers and it shines
I'm like a John Deere tractor

Woo
Thank you