Alabama Clay 歌词

	作词 : Cordle, Scaife
	First time he saw the ground get busted
	He was ten and it was 1952
	His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown
	And the goin' got tough behind them ol' grey mules
	The farm grew to be a moneymaker
	And the house he lived in grew up room by room
	The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farmin'
	So he slipped away one night 'neath the harvest moon
	His neck was red as Alabama clay
	But the city's call pulled him away
	He's got a factory job and runs a big machine
	He don't miss the farm or the fields of green
	Now the city's just a prison without fences
	His job is just a routine he can't stand
	And at night he dreams of wide-open spaces
	Fresh dirt between his toes and on his hands
	Then one day a picture came inside a letter
	Of a young girl with a baby in her arms
	And the words she wrote would change his life forever
	So he went to raise his family on the farm
	His neck is red as Alabama clay
	Now he's goin' home this time to stay
	Where the roots run deep on the family tree
	And the tractor rolls through the fields of green
	His neck is red as Alabama clay
	Now he's goin' home this time to stay
	Where the roots run deep on the family tree
	And the tractor rolls through the fields of green
	His neck is red as Alabama clay

	zuo ci : Cordle, Scaife
	First time he saw the ground get busted
	He was ten and it was 1952
	His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown
	And the goin' got tough behind them ol' grey mules
	The farm grew to be a moneymaker
	And the house he lived in grew up room by room
	The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farmin'
	So he slipped away one night ' neath the harvest moon
	His neck was red as Alabama clay
	But the city' s call pulled him away
	He' s got a factory job and runs a big machine
	He don' t miss the farm or the fields of green
	Now the city' s just a prison without fences
	His job is just a routine he can' t stand
	And at night he dreams of wideopen spaces
	Fresh dirt between his toes and on his hands
	Then one day a picture came inside a letter
	Of a young girl with a baby in her arms
	And the words she wrote would change his life forever
	So he went to raise his family on the farm
	His neck is red as Alabama clay
	Now he' s goin' home this time to stay
	Where the roots run deep on the family tree
	And the tractor rolls through the fields of green
	His neck is red as Alabama clay
	Now he' s goin' home this time to stay
	Where the roots run deep on the family tree
	And the tractor rolls through the fields of green
	His neck is red as Alabama clay

	zuò cí : Cordle, Scaife
	First time he saw the ground get busted
	He was ten and it was 1952
	His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown
	And the goin' got tough behind them ol' grey mules
	The farm grew to be a moneymaker
	And the house he lived in grew up room by room
	The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farmin'
	So he slipped away one night ' neath the harvest moon
	His neck was red as Alabama clay
	But the city' s call pulled him away
	He' s got a factory job and runs a big machine
	He don' t miss the farm or the fields of green
	Now the city' s just a prison without fences
	His job is just a routine he can' t stand
	And at night he dreams of wideopen spaces
	Fresh dirt between his toes and on his hands
	Then one day a picture came inside a letter
	Of a young girl with a baby in her arms
	And the words she wrote would change his life forever
	So he went to raise his family on the farm
	His neck is red as Alabama clay
	Now he' s goin' home this time to stay
	Where the roots run deep on the family tree
	And the tractor rolls through the fields of green
	His neck is red as Alabama clay
	Now he' s goin' home this time to stay
	Where the roots run deep on the family tree
	And the tractor rolls through the fields of green
	His neck is red as Alabama clay

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