Dear Mama, well here's a letter from your girl
Well I think my city days are done gone
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
On like a John Deere Tractor
In a half acre field
Tryin' to plow a furrow
Where the soil is mighty still
How I wish I was home mom
Where the blue gra** is growin'
And the sweet country boys don't complain
And mama, so much perfume
I thought I drank
And the lord didn't seem to be nowhere around
Hey, I felt just like a flower from the vine
On like a John Deere Tractor
In a half acre field
Tryin' to plow a furrow
Where the soil is mighty still
How I'd like to be home mom
Where the blue gra** is growin'