Date: 8/11/97; 4:36:46 PM
From: Toughjeep@aol.com
Subject: chord 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 A AsusA
and the going got tuff hind them old grey mules.
D A Bm
The farm grew to be a money maker
G D A 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
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