Garth Brooks - Alabama clay

First^D time he^A saw the ground get^Bm busted^D He was^G ten and it was nineteen fifty^D-two^A His^D daddy worked hard from^A sun up to^Bm sun down^D and the^G going got tuff behind them old grey^D mules^A The^D farm grew to^A be a money^Bm maker^D and the^G house he lived in grew up room by^D roo^Am The^D boy worked hard but^A soon got tired of^Bm farming^D So he^G/B slipped away one^A night beneath the harvest^D moon^Dsus2. ^D

His neck was^G red as Alabama^D clay^{Dsus2 D} but the cities^G ca--^D/F#-ll pulled him ^Aaway He's got a factory^G job and runs a big m^Dachine He don't miss the^A farm or the fields of^D green.^{A Bm D G Dsus4 Dsus2}

Now the^D cities just a^A prison without^Bm fences.^D His^G job is just a routine he can't^D stand^A and at^D night he dreams of^A wide open^Bm spaces^D fresh^G dirt beneath his toes and on his^D hands^A. Then one^D day a picture^A came inside a^Bm letter^D of a^G young girl with a baby in her^D arms.^A And the^D words she wrote would^A change his life fo^Bmrever.^D So he^G/B went to raise his^A family on their^D farm.

His neck is^G red as Alabama^D Clay^{Dsus2 D} Now he's going^G ho-^D/F#-me this time to^A stay Where the roots run^G deep on the family^D tree and the tractor^A rolls through the fields of^D green.

His neck is^G red as Alabam^Da Clay^{Dsus2 D} Now he's going^G ho-^D/F#-me this time to^A stay Where the roots run^G deep on the family^D tree and the tractor^A rolls through the fields of^D green.

His neck is^G red......as Alabama clay.^D