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



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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



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How I'd like to be home, Mom

Where the blue grass is growin'

And the fire light shimmers and it shines



(Repeat Chorus)