Alabama Clay by Garth Brooks Capo 2 fret D A Bm G D A AsusA First time he saw the ground get busted he was ten and it was nineteen fifty two D A Bm His daddy worked hard from sun up to sun down G D AsusA and the going got tuff hind them old grey mules. D A Bm The farm grew to be a money maker G D AsusA and the house he lived in grew up room by room D A Bm The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farming G A D So he slipped away one night beneath the harvest moon. G D his neck was red as Alabama clay Bm A but the cities call pulled him away G D he's hot a factory job and runs a big machine A D he don't miss the farm or the fields of green. D A Bm Now the cities just a prison without fences. G D A His job is just a routine he can't stand D A Bm and at night he dreams of wide open spaces G D A fresh dirt beneath his toes and on his hands. D A Bm Then one day a picture came inside a letter G D A of a young girl with a baby in her arms. D A Bm And the words she wrote would change his life forever. G A D So he went to raise his family on the farm. G D his neck is red as Alabama Clay Bm A X2 now he's going home this time to stay G D where the roots run deep on the family tree A D and the tractor rolls 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