Missing John Deere

(Verse 1) Well, I woke up this mornin', sun shinin' on the dew, Walked out to my shed, found a sight so blue. My ridin' mower's gone, tracks lead down the way, That ol' John Deere was my pride, each and every day. (Chorus) Oh, my heart's down in the holler, feelin' mighty sore, Some low-down, thievin' rascal done stole what I adore. I'd plow the fields and cut the grass, with my trusty steed, Now all I got's this achin' heart and a patch of runaway weeds. (Verse 2) It weren't just a machine, it was my ridin' friend, Took me up the hills and back, 'round every bend. We'd cut through sassafras, and race the whippoorwill, Now there's a silence in the air, a quiet that's too still. I reckon I'll be searchin', through the creeks and pines, Gonna find that mower, gonna reclaim what's mine. 'Cause in these Appalachian hills, we don't take kindly to theft, Gonna track you down by moonlight, 'til there ain't no suspects left. (Outro) So if you see my mower, ridin' out there in the wild, Tell it I miss our mornin's, and the way it made me smile. But for the one who took it, better hope we don't meet, 'Cause this mountain man's got a score to settle, and I won't accept defeat. (End)