John Deere Tractor

作词 : Lawrence Hammond

作曲 : Lawrence Hammond

Hey mama, here's a letter from your son

Well, I guess my city days are done, ma

And it ain't been three weeks since you came

Hey mama, I do remember what you said

Say your prayers before you go to bed, son

And remember city women ain't the same

I'm like a John Deere tractor

In a half acre field

I'm tryin' to plow the furrows

Where the soil is made of steel

Oh I wish I was home, ma

Where the blue grass is growin'

And them sweet country girls don't complain

Hey mama, so much perfumе I thought I'd drown

And the Lord didn't seem to be nowherе around

I feel like a flower on the vine

Aw she was pretty Lord knows, I thought that she would bring me joy

But she laughed, and she called me "country boy" boy

And after she had been so kind

I'm like a John Deere tractor

In a half acre field

Tryin' to plow the furrows

Where the soil is made of steel

Oh I wish I was home, ma

Where the blue grass is growin'

And the fire light shimmers and shines