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DFirst time he Asaw the ground get busted he waBms ten and it was niGneteen fifty two D A Asus
His Ddaddy worked hard from sun up to sunA down Bm
and the goiGng got tuff hind thDem old grey mules. A Asus
The faDrm grew to be a moAney maker Bm
and the houGse he lived in grew up rDoom by room A Asus
The boDy worked hard but soon got tiAred of farming Bm
So he sliGpped away one night beneaAth the harvest moon. D
his neck was red as Alabama cGlay D
but the cities call Bmpulled him away A
he's hot a factory job and runs a bGig machine D
he don't miss the farm or the fieldAs of green. D
Now the citieDs just a prison Awithout fences. Bm
His jGob is just a routDine he can't stand A
and at nigDht he dreams of wide open Aspaces Bm
fresh diGrt beneath his toes aDnd on his hands. A
Then one day aD picture came insiAde a letter Bm
of a yGoung girl with a baby Din her arms. A
And the wordDs she wrote would change his lifeA forever. Bm
So he wenGt to raise his family oAn the farm. D
his neck is red as AlabamaG Clay D
X2 now he's going home this time Bmto stay A
where the roots run deep on the familyG tree D
and the tractor rolls through tAhe fields of green. D
His neck is red..G....as Alabama clay. D
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