Fairground
I'm on trial
I'm here in your prison.
Like a coin in your mint
I'm dented and spent with high treason.
Through a glass eye your throne
is the one danger zone
take me to the Pilot for control.
Take me to the Pilot of your soul.
Take me to the Pilot
lead me to his chamber
take me to the Pilot
I'm not a stranger
take me to the stranger
Na
na
na
na...
Well I know he's not old
but I'm told he is a virgin.
For he may be she
but what I'm told is never for certain.<
John Deere Tractor
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)