[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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"

[Chorus]
I'm like a John Deere tractor in a half-acre field
I'm tryin' to plow furrows where the soil is made of steel
Oh, I wish I was home, Ma, where the blue grass is growin'
And the sweet country girls don't complain

[Verse 3]
Hey, Mama
So much perfume, I thought I'd drown
And thе Lord didn't seem to be nowhere around
Oh, I feel likе a flower on the vine

[Verse 4]
Oh, she was pretty, Lord knows
Thought that she would bring me joy
She laughed and she called me "country boy," boy
And after she had been so kind
[Chorus]
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