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Garth Brooks - Alabama Clay Lyrics

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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 citys call pulled him away
  • Hes got a factory job and runs a big machine
  • He dont miss the farm or the fields of green
  • Now the citys just a prison without fences
  • His job is just a routine he cant 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 hes 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 hes 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

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