Alabama Clay chords - Garth Brooks ♬ How to Play

Alabama Clay chords

		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.

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             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