JOHN DEERE TRACTOR

Dear Momma,
here's a letter from your son
I think my city days are done Ma
and it ain't three weeks since I came,

And Momma, I do remember what you said better say your prayers before you go to bed, sonand remember city women 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
Oh I wish I was home ,Ma,
where the bluegrass is growin'
and the sweet Danville girls don't complain.

Hey Momma,
so much perfume I thought I'd drown
and the Lord didn't seem to be nowhere around.Well I fell like a flower from the vine.

She was pretty lord knows.
I thought that she would bring me joy.
But she laughed .... called me country boy, Ma ,And after she had been so kind

I'm like a John Deere tractor in a half acre field
trying to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel
oh I wish I was home Ma
where the bluegrass is growin
' and the fireflies shimmer and shine.

Hey Hey Momma,
these city folks is full of woes.
With the smoke and perfume all in their nose Ma.
I reckon it's no wonder if they're strange.

Hey Momma,
there's just one place your boy can live.
Better throw my coat and my tie down in the river, Ma.
There won't be no city grit on my hands ,whoa no no no I'm like a John Deere tractor in a half acre field
trying to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel
oh I wish I was home, Ma,
where the bluegrass is growin'and I'm home on the 10.30 train
oh I wish I was home ,Ma
where the bluegrass is growin'
and I'm home on the 10.30 train

Lyrics By: Lawrence Hammond
Album: Presumed Lost

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BY LAWRENCE HAMMOND
DESERT JEWEL SONGS BMI