John Deere Tractor (Acoustic Live)

Intro D D/C# Dsus2/C G D [Verse 1] D D/C# Dsus2/C G Em Hey, momma, here’s a letter from your son G D Well, I guess, my city days are done. C G D And it ain’t been three weeks since you came, D G Em Hey, momma, I do remember what you said, G D Say your prayers before you go to bed, son, C G D And remember city women ain’t the same, Chorus C G I’m like a John Deere tractor in a half acre field, B7 E E7 Trying to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel, A D A D Oh, I wish I was home, Lord, Where the blue grasses grow, A E A A7 And the sweet country girls don’t complain. [Instrumental] D D/C# Dsus2/C G D [Verse 2] D D/C# Dsus2/C G Em Hey Momma, so much perfume I thought I’d drown, G D And the Lord didn’t seem to be nowhere around, C G D Oh I feel like a flower on the vine C Aw, she was pretty Lord knows G D Thought that she would bring me joy C G D She laughed and she called me country boy, boy C G D and after she had been so kind Chorus C G I’m like a John Deere tractor in a half acre field, B7 E E7 Trying to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel, A D A D Oh, I wish I was home, ma, where the blue grasses grow, A E A A7 And the fire light shimmers and shines. Outro D D/C# Dsus2/C G D D D/C# Dsus2/C G D