Highliners - John Deere Green Lyrics

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John Deere Green

John Deere Green Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For John Deere Green By Highliners?
They were farm kids way down in Dixie
They met in high school in the 'sixties. Everyone knew it was love from the start. One July in the midnight hour, They climbed upon the water tower, Stood on the rail and painted a ten foot heart In John Deere green, on a hot summer night. He wrote Billy Bob loves Charlene in letters three foot high, And the whole town said that he should've use red But it looked good to Charlene in John Deere Green. They settled down on eighty acres, Raising sweet corn, kids and tomatoes, They went together like a hand and a glove. On a clear day, from their front yard, If you look and know what to look for, Off to the east you can still read his words of love He wrote Billy Bob loves Charlene in letters three foot high, And the whole town said that he should've use red But it looked good to Charlene in John Deere Green. Now more than once the town has discovered Painting over it ain't no use. There ain't no paint in the world that'll cover it, The heart keeps showing through. In John Deere green, on a hot summer night, He wrote Billy Bob loves Charlene in letters three foot high. And the whole town said that he should've used red But it looked good to Charlene in John Deere green. |
Who Wrote John Deere Green By Highliners?
Dennis Linde
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What's The Duration Of The John Deere Green By Highliners?The duration of John Deere Green is 4:21 minutes and seconds. |
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