Píseň: Alabama Clay
- Interpret:
- Garth Brooks
- Album:
- Garth Brooks
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
Garth Brooks (1989)
2. I`ve Got A Good Thing Going
4. Uptown Down-Home Good Ol` Boy
6. Alabama Clay
7. Much Too Young (Too Feel This Damn Old)
9. Nobody Gets Off In This Town
11. The Dance
12. (there's No Place Like) Home For The Holidays
15. Ain't Going Down ('til The Sun Comes Up)
16. American Honky-tonk Bar Association
34. Go Tell It On The Mountain
35. God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
36. Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas
48. When you come back to me again
49. When there is no one around
63. O little town of Bethlehen
74. It's the most wonderful time of the year
