John Deere Tractor - Alison Krauss Lyrics - 40 - Larry Sparks

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