Alabama Clay

Tom: D

 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.