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• Artiste: Billy Strings
• Titre: John Deere Tractor
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Hey mama, here's a letter from your son Well, I guess my city days are done, ma And it ain't been three weeks since you came Hey mama, I do remember what you said Say your prayers before you go to bed, son And remember city women ain't the same I'm like a John Deere tractor In a half acre field I'm tryin' to plow the furrows Where the soil is made of steel Oh I wish I was home, ma Where the blue grass is growin' And them sweet country girls don't complain Hey mama, so much perfume I thought I'd drown And the Lord didn't seem to be nowhere around I feel like a flower on the vine Aw she was pretty Lord knows, I thought that she would bring me joy But she laughed, and she called me "country boy" boy And after she had been so kind I'm like a John Deere tractor In a half acre field I'm tryin' to plow the furrows Where the soil is made of steel Oh I wish I was home, ma Where the blue grass is growin' And the fire light shimmers and shines