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
(chorus)
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 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
(repeat chorus)
How I'd like to be home, mom Where the blue grass is growin' And the fire light shimmers and it shines
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