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I drove a beat up tractor down a one lane road |
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Pick her up early and away we'd go |
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Down to the river by the edge of her daddy's farm |
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We used to lay in the shade of a cottonwood tree |
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Back of my mind I thought she'd be |
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The one who'd spend forever in my arms |
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She said there's gotta be more to life |
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I don't want to be some farmer's wife |
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(Chorus) |
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Don't want a John Doe on a John Deere |
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There's a whole lotta boys like you around here |
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I wanna hear love songs in my ear |
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Oh, don't want a John Doe on a John Deere |
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Not a John Doe on a John Deere |
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Well she packed her things and left this town |
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And I kept working this rock hard ground |
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Wondering if she ever thought about me |
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Then she called collect from San Antone |
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Just to hear some news from home |
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She laughed about how good things used to be |
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This big city ain't good for me |
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I'll meet you down by the cottonwood tree |
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(Chorus) |
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I need a John Doe on a John Deere |
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There ain't a lotta boys like you around here |
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I wanna hear love songs in my ear |
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Oh, I need a John Doe on a John Deere |
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Want a John Doe on a John Deere |
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(Chorus) |
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I need a John Doe on a John Deere |
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There ain't a lotta boys like you around here |
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I wanna hear love songs in my ear |
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Oh, I need a John Doe on a John Deere |
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Want a John Doe on a John Deere |
