| They were farm kids way down in Dixie | |
| Met in high school in the sixties | |
| Everyone knew it was love from the start | |
| One July, in the midnight hour | |
| He 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 have used 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 | |
| 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 the boy should have used 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 the fool should have used red | |
| But it looked good to Charlene | |
| In John Deere green | |
| Ah, paint it green boy | |
| 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 the boy should have used red | |
| But it looked good to Charlene | |
| In John Deere green | |
| John Deere green |