Dear Mama, well, here's a letter from your girl
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Well, I think my city days are done, Mom
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And it ain't been three weeks since I came
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And Mama, do remember what you said
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Say your prayers before you go to bed, child
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And remember city boys ain't the same
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(Chorus)
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I'm like a John Deere Tractor
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In a half acre field
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Tryin' to plow a furrow
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Where the soil is made of steel
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How I wish I was home, Mom
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Where the blue grass is growin'
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And the sweet country boys don't complain
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And, Mama, so much perfume I thought I'd drown
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And the Lord didn't seem to be nowhere around
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Hey, I felt just like a flower from the vine
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(Repeat Chorus)
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How I'd like to be home, Mom
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Where the blue grass is growin'
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And the fire light shimmers and it shines
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(Repeat Chorus)
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John Deere Tractor
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| The Judds |
