Well I think my city days are done Lord

And it ain’t been three weeks since you 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

Chorus:

I’m like a John Deere tractor in a half acre field

Tryin’ to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel

Oh I wish I was home Lord where the bluegrasses grow

And the sweet country girls don’t complain

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 her charm

Cause she was pretty Lord knows

Thought that she would bring me joy

She laughed and she called me country boy

And after she had been so kind

Chorus:

I’m like a John Deere tractor in a half acre field

Tryin’ to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel

Oh I wish I was home boy where the bluegrasses grow

And the fire light shimmers and shines