Cifras
Alabama Clay

Tom: D

Introdução:

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 D                         A                                                           Bm                                 G                                     D                                   AA4 
First time he saw the ground get busted 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 
and the going got tuff hind them old grey mules.
             D                                 A                               Bm 
The farm grew to be a money maker
                       G                                             D                                           A 
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.
Well this is my version, I hope it works for you!   Feel free to respond with sugestions.   Sorry for any unseen mistakes.     Later   [email  protected]