Hey momma here's a letter from your son
well I think my city days are done Ma
and it ain't been three weeks since I came

Hey momma
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
    trying to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel
    Oh I wish I was home Ma where the bluegrass is growin'
    and the sweet country girls don't complain

Hey momma
so much perfume I thought I'd drown
and the Lord didn't seem to be nowhere around
hey I fell like a flower from the vine

Ah she was pretty lord knows
I thought she would bring me joy
she laughed she called me country boy ma
and after she had been so kind

    I'm like a John Deere tractor in a half acre field
    trying to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel
    oh I wish I was home ma where the bluegrass is growin'
    and the fire light shimmers and shines.