Garth Brooks - Alabama Clay
Larry Cordle/r. Scaife)
First Time He Saw The Ground Get Busted
He Was Ten And It Was 1952
And The Goin' Got Tough Behindthem Ol' Grey Mules
His Daddy Worked Hard From Sunup To Sundown
The Farm Grew To Be A Moneymaker
The Boy Worked Hard But Soon Got Tired Of Farmin'
And The House He Lived In Grew Up Room By Room
So He Slipped Away One Night 'neath The Harvest Moon
His Neck Was Red As Alabama Clay
He's Got A Factory Job And Runs A Big Machine
He Don't Miss The Farm Or The Fields Of Green
But The City's Call Pulled Him Away
His Job Is Just A Routine He Can't Stand
And At Night He Dreams Of Wide-open Spaces
Now The City's Just A Prison Without Fences
Fresh Dirt Between His Toes And On His Hands
Then One Day A Picture Came Inside A Letter
And The Words She Wrote Would Change His Life Forever
Of A Young Girl With A Baby In Her Arms
So He Went To Raise His Family On The Farm
Now He's Goin' Home This Time To Stay
His Neck Is Red As Alabama Clay
Where The Roots Run Deep On The Family Tree
His Neck Is Red As Alabama Clay
And The Tractor Rolls Through The Fields Of Green
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