Garth Brooks - Alabama clay

First t^Cime he s^Gaw the groun^Amd get busted He was t^Fen and it was ^Cnineteen fifty-t^Gwo His d^Caddy work^Ged hard fro^Amm sun up to sun down and the g^Foing g^Cot tuff 'hind t^Ghem old grey mules The ^Cfarm gre^Gw to be a m^Amoney maker and the ^Fhouse he lived in^C grew up room b^Gy room The boy worked ^Chard but s^Goon got tired of^Am farming So he slipped ^Faway one night ^Gbeneath the harvest moo^Cn.

His neck was r^Fed as Alabama cl^Cay but the cities ^Amcall pulled him aw^Gay He's got a factory ^Fjob and runs a big ^Cmachine He don't miss the ^Gfarm or the fields of g^Creen.

Now the cities ^Cjust a ^Gprison without ^Amfences. His jo^Fb is just^C a routine he can^G't stand and at ^Cnight h^Ge dreams of wid^Ame open spaces fresh d^Firt beneath his ^Ctoes and on his ^Ghands. Then on^Ce day a pictu^Gre came inside ^Ama letter of a ^Fyoung girl with a ^Cbaby in her a^Grms. And the ^Cwords she^G wrote would change his li^Amfe forever. So he wen^Ft to raise his f^Gamily on their far^Cm.

His neck is r^Fed as Alabama^C Clay Now he's going ^Amhome this time to s^Gtay Where the roots run ^Fdeep on the family ^Ctree and the tractor ^Grolls through the fields of g^Creen.

His neck is r^Fed as Alabama^C Clay Now he's going ^Amhome this time to s^Gtay Where the roots run ^Fdeep on the family ^Ctree and the tractor ^Grolls through the fields of g^Creen.

His neck is r^Fed......as Alabama cla^Cy.