Billy Strings - 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]
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[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