Garth Brooks Alabama Clay LRC歌詞

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Garth Brooks-Alabama Clay

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