Alabama Clay

                                  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