From John Deere to Dear John

[couchgrouch]

From John Deere to Dear JohnThe sun blazed over, those Iowa fieldsyellow as the hub, of a John Deere wheelyoung Jim parked that tractor, looked around...set the braketold his sweetheart that night, farming wasn't his fatehe drove to the recruiters, up in Des Moinethinking how Jenny had cried, knowing he wanted to joinhe knew long distance kisses, were a hard row to hoefarm towns grow lonely like weeds, and he feared he might gofrom John Deere to Dear Johnand read his girl had moved onbut he just couldn't surviveliving the tractor lifehe hoped she'd understandtil he came home a settled manand while he was gonehe wouldn't gofrom John Deere to Dear Johnwell, Jenny watched those wheatfields, swayin' in the windher back against their kissing tree, her heart far off with Jimshe worried how life'd turn out, cos she'd soon turn nineteenone more year making milkshakes, at the corner Dairy Queenwell, Jim didn't hear from Jenny, for a week or twothen got a crazy photo, from the gal he thought he knewthat picture showed her dressed in, Army greens head to towlipstick kisses on the back, he'd never hafta gofrom John Deere to Dear Johnand read his girl had moved oncos he just couldn't surviveliving the tractor lifehe knew she'd understandtill he came home a settled manand while he was gonehe wouldn't gofrom John Deere to Dear John(c)2005 Robert George