Alabama Clay

C      G      Am
F      C      G

[Verse 1]
       C       G           Am
First time he saw the ground get 
busted
        F             C      
He was ten and it was nineteen 
         G
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        
and the house he lived in grew up 
      G
room by room
               C         G     
The boy worked hard but soon got 
          Am
tired of farming
              F              G    
So he slipped away one night 
                  C
beneath the harvest moon.

[Chorus 1]
              F               C
His neck was red as Alabama clay
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               Am                G
but the cities call pulled him away
                   F             
He's got a factory job and runs a 
     C
big machine
                  G                
He don't miss the farm or the 
      C
fields of green.

[Verse 2]
               C      G           
Now the cities just a prison 
   Am
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          
fresh dirt beneath his toes and on
     G
 his hands.
       C            G              
Then one day a picture came inside 
Am
a letter
     F                 C          
of a young girl with a baby in her
  G
 arms.
        C        G                
And the words she wrote would 
         Am
change his life forever.
         F               G        
So he went to raise his family on 
         C
their farm.

[Chorus 2]
             F            C
His neck is red as Alabama Clay
               Am               
Now he's going home this time to 
  G
stay
                    F          
Where the roots run deep on the 
        C
family tree
                G                
and the tractor rolls through the 
            C
fields of green.

             F            C
His neck is red as Alabama Clay
               Am               
Now he's going home this time to 
  G
stay
                    F          
Where the roots run deep on the 
        C
family tree
                G                
and the tractor rolls through the 
            C
fields of green.

[Otro]
             F                 
His neck is red......as Alabama 
    C
clay.