Garth Brooks – Alabama Clay (Guitar)

       C       G           Am 
First time he saw the ground get busted

        F             C               G
He was ten and it was nineteen fifty-two

     C        G          Am
His daddy worked hard from sun up to sun down 

         F     C              G
and the going got tuff 'hind them old grey mules

    C       G          Am
The farm grew to be a money maker

        F                C              G
and the house he lived in grew up room by room

               C         G               Am
The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farming

              F              G                      C
So he slipped away one night beneath the harvest moon.

              F               C 
His neck was red as Alabama clay

               Am                G
but the cities call pulled him away

                   F                  C 
He's got a factory job and runs a big machine

                  G                      C
He don't miss the farm or the fields of green.

               C      G              Am
Now the cities just a prison without fences.

      F        C                G   
His job is just a routine he can't stand

       C      G              Am
and at night he dreams of wide open spaces 

       F               C               G     
fresh dirt beneath his toes and on his hands.

       C            G              Am    
Then one day a picture came inside a letter

     F                 C            G
of a young girl with a baby in her arms.

        C        G                         Am 
And the words she wrote would change his life forever.

         F               G                 C   
So he went to raise his family on their farm.

             F            C
His neck is red as Alabama Clay

               Am                 G  
Now he's going home this time to stay

                    F                  C    
Where the roots run deep on the family tree

                G                            C
and the tractor rolls through the fields of green.

             F            C
His neck is red as Alabama Clay

               Am                 G  
Now he's going home this time to stay

                    F                  C    
Where the roots run deep on the family tree

                G                            C
and the tractor rolls through the fields of green.

             F                     C
His neck is red......as Alabama clay.