| D | A | Bm | G | D | A | AsusA | |
| First time he | saw the ground get busted he wa | s ten and it was ni | neteen fifty two |
| D | A | Bm | |
| His | daddy worked hard from sun up to sun | down |
| G | D | A | AsusA | |
| and the goi | ng got tuff hind th | em old grey mules. |
| D | A | Bm | |
| The fa | rm grew to be a mo | ney maker |
| G | D | A | AsusA | |
| and the hou | se he lived in grew up r | oom by room |
| D | A | Bm | |
| The bo | y worked hard but soon got ti | red of farming |
| G | A | D | |
| So he sli | pped away one night benea | th the harvest moon. |
| G | D | |
| his neck was re | d as Alabama clay |
| Bm | A | |
| but the cities call | pulled him away |
| G | D | |
| he's hot a factory jo | b and runs a big machine |
| A | D | |
| he don't miss the far | m or the fields of green. |
| D | A | Bm | |
| Now the citie | s just a prison | without fences. |
| G | D | A | |
| His j | ob is just a rout | ine he can't stand |
| D | A | Bm | |
| and at nig | ht he dreams of wide open | spaces |
| G | D | A | |
| fresh di | rt beneath his toes a | nd on his hands. |
| D | A | Bm | |
| Then one day a | picture came insi | de a letter |
| G | D | A | |
| of a y | oung girl with a baby | in her arms. |
| D | A | Bm | |
| And the word | s she wrote would change his life | forever. |
| G | A | D | |
| So he wen | t to raise his family o | n the farm. |
| G | D | |
| his neck is | red as Alabama Clay |
| Bm | A | |
| X2 now he's going hom | e this time to stay |
| G | D | |
| where the roots run deep | on the family tree |
| A | D | |
| and the tractor r | olls through the fields of green. |
| G | D | |
| His neck is red.. | ....as Alabama clay. |
| Well this is my version, I hope it works for you! Feel free to respond with sugestions. Sorry for any unseen mistakes. Later toughjeep@aol.com |