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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 grass 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 grass is growin'

And the light shimmers and it shines
On like a John Deere Tractor
In a half acre field
Tryin' to plow a furrow
Where the soil is mighty still

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