Hey mama here's a letter from your son I think my city days are done ma And it ain't been three weeks since I came 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 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 cool grass is growin' And the sweet country girls don't complain ♪ Hey Mama so much perfume I thought I'd drown And the Lord didn't seem to be nowhere around Hey I felt like a flower from the vine Ah she was pretty Lord knows Thought that she could bring me joy ma 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 cool grass is growin' And the fire light shimmers and shines ♪ Hey mama here's a letter from your son