{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"The Judds - John Deere Tractor","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=693101&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=693101&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"Dear Mama, well, here's a letter from your girl\r\nWell, I think my city days are done, Mom\r\nAnd it ain't been three weeks since I came\r\n\r\nAnd Mama, do remember what you said\r\nSay your prayers before you go to bed, child\r\nAnd remember city boys ain't the same\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n\r\nI'm like a John Deere Tractor\r\nIn a half acre field\r\nTryin' to plow a furrow\r\nWhere the soil is made of steel\r\nHow I wish I was home, Mom\r\nWhere the blue grass is growin'\r\nAnd the sweet country boys don't complain\r\n\r\nAnd, Mama, so much perfume I thought I'd drown\r\nAnd the Lord didn't seem to be nowhere around\r\nHey, I felt just like a flower from the vine\r\n\r\n[Repeat Chorus]\r\n\r\nHow I'd like to be home, Mom\r\nWhere the blue grass is growin'\r\nAnd the fire light shimmers and it shines\r\n\r\n[Repeat Chorus]\r\n","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/6\/9\/3\/_\/693101_84141_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"693101"}