| Song | John Deere Tractor |
| Artist | The Judds |
| Album | Love Can Build a Bridge |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hammond | |
| Dear mama, well, here's a letter from your girl | |
| Well, i think my city days are done, mom | |
| And it ain't been three weeks since i came | |
| And mama, do remember what you said | |
| Say your prayers before you go to bed, child | |
| And remember city boys 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 | |
| How i wish i was home, mom | |
| Where the blue grass is growin' | |
| And the sweet country boys don't complain | |
| And, mama, so much perfume i thought i'd drown | |
| And the lord didn't seem to be nowhere around | |
| Hey, i felt just like a flower from the vine | |
| (repeat chorus) | |
| How i'd like to be home, mom | |
| Where the blue grass is growin' | |
| And the fire light shimmers and it shines | |
| (repeat chorus) |
| zuo ci : Hammond | |
| Dear mama, well, here' s a letter from your girl | |
| Well, i think my city days are done, mom | |
| And it ain' t been three weeks since i came | |
| And mama, do remember what you said | |
| Say your prayers before you go to bed, child | |
| And remember city boys 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 | |
| How i wish i was home, mom | |
| Where the blue grass is growin' | |
| And the sweet country boys don' t complain | |
| And, mama, so much perfume i thought i' d drown | |
| And the lord didn' t seem to be nowhere around | |
| Hey, i felt just like a flower from the vine | |
| repeat chorus | |
| How i' d like to be home, mom | |
| Where the blue grass is growin' | |
| And the fire light shimmers and it shines | |
| repeat chorus |
| zuò cí : Hammond | |
| Dear mama, well, here' s a letter from your girl | |
| Well, i think my city days are done, mom | |
| And it ain' t been three weeks since i came | |
| And mama, do remember what you said | |
| Say your prayers before you go to bed, child | |
| And remember city boys 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 | |
| How i wish i was home, mom | |
| Where the blue grass is growin' | |
| And the sweet country boys don' t complain | |
| And, mama, so much perfume i thought i' d drown | |
| And the lord didn' t seem to be nowhere around | |
| Hey, i felt just like a flower from the vine | |
| repeat chorus | |
| How i' d like to be home, mom | |
| Where the blue grass is growin' | |
| And the fire light shimmers and it shines | |
| repeat chorus |