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 i m like the 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 i m like the john deere tractor in a half acre field tryin to plow a furrow where the soil is made of steel how i d like to be home mom where the blue grass is growin and the fire light shimmers and it shines 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
['bluegrass', 'bluegrass gospel', 'instrumental bluegrass', 'old-time', 'progressive bluegrass', 'traditional bluegrass']