C G Am
F C G
[Verse 1] C G Am
First time he saw the ground get busted
F C G
He was ten and it was nineteen fifty-two
C G Am
His daddy worked hard from sun up to sun down
F C G
and the going got tuff 'hind them old grey mules
C G Am
The farm grew to be a money maker
F C G
and the house he lived in grew up room by room
C G Am
The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farming
F G C
So he slipped away one night beneath the harvest moon.
[Chorus 1] F C
His neck was red as Alabama clay
Am G
but the cities call pulled him away
F C
He's got a factory job and runs a big machine
G C
He don't miss the farm or the fields of green.
[Verse 2] C G Am
Now the cities just a prison without fences.
F C G
His job is just a routine he can't stand
C G Am
and at night he dreams of wide open spaces
F C G
fresh dirt beneath his toes and on his hands.
C G Am
Then one day a picture came inside a letter
F C G
of a young girl with a baby in her arms.
C G Am
And the words she wrote would change his life forever.
F G C
So he went to raise his family on their farm.
[Chorus 2] F C
His neck is red as Alabama Clay
Am G
Now he's going home this time to stay
F C
Where the roots run deep on the family tree
G C
and the tractor rolls through the fields of green.
F C
His neck is red as Alabama Clay
Am G
Now he's going home this time to stay
F C
Where the roots run deep on the family tree
G C
and the tractor rolls through the fields of green.
F C
