Dear Ma-ma, __ here's a letter from your girl. 
Well I_ think  my city days_ are done_gone__
and it ain't_ been  three_ weeks__ since I  came___.
And Ma-ma,__ I do re-mem-ber what you said___.
Say your__ prayers__ be-fore you go_ to bed_ child.
And re-mem-ber___ ci-ty boys__  ain't the same.

I'm like a John Deere Tractor in a half-acre field. 
trying to plow a fur-row where the soil is might-y still.
How I  wish   I  ________ was home,___ mom,
where   the   blue ______ grass__  is grow  -  in' 
and the sweet coun - try  boys__ don't complain. 

And mama, so much perfume I thought I'd drown__
and the__ Lord___ didn't seem_ to be no  -  where a - round.
Hey,  I  felt___ just like  a   flow - er  from  the vine.__

I'm like a John Deere Tractor in a half-acre field. 
trying to plow a fur-row where the soil is might-y still.
How I  wish I was __  home,___   mom,
where   the   blue ______ grass__  is grow  -  in' 
and the fire  light   shim-mers   and  it  shines___

I'm like a John Deere Tractor in a half-acre field. 
trying to plow a fur-row where the soil is might-y still.
How I  wish   I  ________ was home,___ mom,
where   the   blue ______ grass__  is grow  -  in' 
and the sweet coun - try  boys__ don't complain. 

Circa 1969
Words & Music by Lawrence Hammond
Copyright Radadara Music