Alabama Clay-Garth Brooks

[00:00.000] 作词 : Cordle, Scaife [00:00.98]Alabama Clay [00:01.64]Garth Brooks [00:11.36]First time he saw the ground get busted [00:16.83]He was ten and it was 1952 [00:24.05]His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown [00:30.40]And the goin' got tough behind them ol' grey mules [00:37.28]The farm grew to be a moneymaker [00:43.63]And the house he lived in grew up room by room [00:50.63]The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farmin' [00:56.76]So he slipped away one night 'neath the harvest moon [01:02.89]His neck was red as alabama clay [01:09.23]But the city's call pulled him away [01:15.69]He's got a factory job and runs a big machine [01:22.25]He don't miss the farm or the fields of green [01:36.69]Now the city's just a prison without fences [01:43.47]His job is just a routine he can't stand [01:49.71]And at night he dreams of wide-open spaces [01:56.16]Fresh dirt between his toes and on his hands [02:02.29]Then one day a picture came inside a letter [02:08.96]Of a young girl with a baby in her arms [02:15.63]And the words she wrote would change his life forever [02:21.86]So he went to raise his family on the farm [02:28.10]His neck is red as alabama clay [02:34.45]Now he's goin' home this time to stay [02:40.57]Where the roots run deep on the family tree [02:47.25]And the tractor rolls through the fields of green [02:53.92]His neck is red as alabama clay [03:00.15]Now he's goin' home this time to stay [03:06.61]Where the roots run deep on the family tree [03:13.18]And the tractor rolls through the fields of green [03:19.96]His neck is red as alabama clay