Bài hát Alabama Clay Báo Lỗi

First time he saw the ground get busted

He was 10, it was 1952

His daddy worked hard

From sun up til sundown

And the goin' got tough

Behind them old gray mules


The farm grew to be a money maker

And the house he lived in

Grew up room by room

The boy worked hard

But soon got tired of farmin'

So he slipped away one night

B'neath the harvest moon


His neck was red

As alabama clay

But the city's call

Pulled him away

He's got a factory job

And run's a big machine

He don't miss the farm

Or the fields of green


Now the city's just a prison

Without fences

His job is just

A routine he can't stand

And at night he derams of wide open spaces

Gresh dirt tween his toes and on his hands


Then one day a picture came

Inside a letter

Of a young girl

With a baby in her arms

And the words she wrote

Would change his life forever

So he went to raise his family

On the farm


His neck was red

As alabama clay

Now he's going home

This time to stay

Where the roots run deep

On the family tree

And the tractor rolls

Through the fields of green


His neck was red

As alabama clay

Now he's going home

This time to stay

Where the roots run deep

On the family tree

And the tractor rolls

Through the fields of green


His neck is red

As alababma clay