<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=70927" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alabama Clay</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">First time he saw the ground get busted<br>He was ten and it was 1952<br>His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown<br>And the goin got tough behind them ol grey mules<br>The farm grew to be a moneymaker<br>And the house he lived in grew up room by room<br>The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farmin<br>So he slipped away one night neath the harvest moon<br>His neck was red as alabama clay<br>But the citys call pulled him away<br>Hes got a factory job and runs a big machine<br>He dont miss the farm or the fields of green<br>Now the citys just a prison without fences<br>His job is just a routine he cant stand<br>And at night he dreams of wide-open spaces<br>Fresh dirt between his toes and on his hands<br>Then one day a picture came inside a letter<br>Of a young girl with a baby in her arms<br>And the words she wrote would change his life forever<br>So he went to raise his family on the farm<br>His neck is red as alabama clay<br>Now hes goin home this time to stay<br>Where the roots run deep on the family tree<br>And the tractor rolls through the fields of green<br>His neck is red as alabama clay<br>Now hes goin home this time to stay<br>Where the roots run deep on the family tree<br>And the tractor rolls through the fields of green<br>His neck is red as alabama clay</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Garth Brooks - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=70927" data-title="Alabama Clay" data-description="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..."></div> </div> </div>

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