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Garth Brooks lyrics - Alabama Clay



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First time he saw the ground get busted
  He was ten and it was 1952
  His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown
  And the goin' got tough behind them ol' grey mules
  
  The farm grew to be a moneymaker
  And the house he lived in grew up room by room
  The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farmin'
  So he slipped away one night 'neath the harvest moon
  
  His neck was red as Alabama clay
  But the city's call pulled him away
  He's got a factory job and runs a big machine
  He don't miss the farm or the fields of green
  
  Now the city's just a prison without fences
  His job is just a routine he can't stand
  And at night he dreams of wide-open spaces
  Fresh dirt between his toes and on his hands
  
  Then one day a picture came inside a letter
  Of a young girl with a baby in her arms
  And the words she wrote would change his life forever
  So he went to raise his family on the farm
  
  His neck is red as Alabama clay
  Now he's goin' home this time to stay
  Where the roots run deep on the family tree
  And the tractor rolls through the fields of green
  
  His neck is red as Alabama clay
  Now he's goin' home this time to stay
  Where the roots run deep on the family tree
  And the tractor rolls through the fields of green
  
  His neck is red as Alabama clay
  


Garth Brooks lyrics - Alabama Clay


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