[Verse 1]
Hey, Mama
Well, here's a letter from your son
Well, I think my city days are done
And it ain't been three weeks since I came

[Verse 2]
Hey, Mama
Well, I do remember what you said
"Say your prayers before you go to bed, son
And remember city women ain't the same"

[Chorus]
Well, 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 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 the Lord didn't seem to be nowhere around
Oh, I felt like a flower from the vine

[Verse 4]
Well, she was pretty, Lord knows
I thought that she would bring me joy
But she laughed and she called me "country boy," Mom
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, Ma, where the blue grass is growin'
And the fire light shimmers and shines

[Outro]
Hey, Mama
Hey, Mama
Hey, Mama