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