Capo 2 fret

D             A                              Bm             

First time he saw the ground get busted 

    G                   D                  A AsusA

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.