Alabama Clay Garth Brooks
[Intro]
[C] [G] [Am]
[F] [C] [G]
[Verse 1]
First t[C]ime he s[G]aw the groun[Am]d get busted
He was t[F]en and it was [C]nineteen fifty-t[G]wo
His d[C]addy work[G]ed hard fro[Am]m sun up to sun down
and the g[F]oing g[C]ot tuff 'hind t[G]hem old grey mules
The [C]farm gre[G]w to be a m[Am]oney maker
and the [F]house he lived in[C] grew up room b[G]y room
The boy worked [C]hard but s[G]oon got tired of[Am] farming
So he slipped [F]away one night [G]beneath the harvest moo[C]n.
[Cborus 1]
His neck was r[F]ed as Alabama cl[C]ay
but the cities [Am]call pulled him aw[G]ay
He's got a factory [F]job and runs a big [C]machine
He don't miss the [G]farm or the fields of g[C]reen.
[Verse 2]
Now the cities [C]just a [G]prison without [Am]fences.
His jo[F]b is just[C] a routine he can[G]'t stand
and at [C]night h[G]e dreams of wid[Am]e open spaces
fresh d[F]irt beneath his [C]toes and on his [G]hands.
Then on[C]e day a pictu[G]re came inside [Am]a letter
of a [F]young girl with a [C]baby in her a[G]rms.
And the [C]words she[G] wrote would change his li[Am]fe forever.
So he wen[F]t to raise his f[G]amily on their far[C]m.
[Cborus 2]
His neck is r[F]ed as Alabama[C] Clay
Now he's going [Am]home this time to s[G]tay
Where the roots run [F]deep on the family [C]tree
and the tractor [G]rolls through the fields of g[C]reen.
His neck is r[F]ed as Alabama[C] Clay
Now he's going [Am]home this time to s[G]tay
Where the roots run [F]deep on the family [C]tree
and the tractor [G]rolls through the fields of g[C]reen.
[Outro]
His neck is r[F]ed......as Alabama cla[C]y.
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