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