Garth Brooks_alabama clay歌词 alabama clayLRC歌词
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Garth Brooks-Alabama Clay
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 citys call pulled him away
Hes got a factory job
and runs a big machine
He dont miss the farm
or the fields of green
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Now the citys just a prison without fences
His job is just a routine he cant 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 hes 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 hes 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
编辑于2002/05/01更新
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 citys call pulled him away
Hes got a factory job
and runs a big machine
He dont miss the farm
or the fields of green
Powered By @ William
Now the citys just a prison without fences
His job is just a routine he cant 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 hes 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 hes 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
编辑于2002/05/01更新
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[00:23.17]His daddy worked hard \r
[00:24.87]from sunup to sundown\r
[00:29.70]And the goin got tough \r
[00:31.70]behind them ol grey mules \r
[00:35.80]\r
[00:36.63]The farm grew to be a moneymaker\r
[00:42.51]And the house he lived in \r
[00:45.33]grew up room by room\r
[00:48.70]\r
[00:49.89]The boy worked hard but soon \r
[00:52.06]got tired of farmin \r
[00:55.66]So he slipped away \r
[00:57.90]one night neath the harvest moon \r
[01:01.31]\r
[01:02.21]His neck was red as Alabama clay \r
[01:08.63]But the citys call pulled him away \r
[01:15.03]Hes got a factory job \r
[01:18.44]and runs a big machine\r
[01:21.70]He dont miss the farm \r
[01:25.12]or the fields of green\r
[01:36.11][01:28.23]\r
[01:36.30]Now the citys just a prison without fences \r
[01:41.80]His job is just a routine he cant stand \r
[01:48.79]And at night he dreams of wide-open spaces \r
[01:55.07]Fresh dirt between his toes and on his hands\r
[02:01.08]\r
[02:01.98]Then one day a picture came inside a letter \r
[02:08.30]Of a young girl with a baby in her arms \r
[02:15.05]And the words she wrote \r
[02:16.74]would change his life forever\r
[02:20.90]So he went to raise his family on the farm \r
[02:2***1]\r
[02:27.19]His neck is red as Alabama clay \r
[02:33.51]Now hes goin home this time to stay \r
[02:40.14]Where the roots run deep \r
[02:43.60]on the family tree \r
[02:46.58]And the tractor rolls \r
[02:50.02]through the fields of green\r
[02:52.67]\r
[02:53.14]His neck is red as Alabama clay \r
[02:59.48]Now hes goin home this time to stay \r
[03:05.99]Where the roots run deep \r
[03:09.55]on the family tree\r
[03:12.52]And the tractor rolls \r
[03:15.92]through the fields of green\r
[03:19.34]His neck is red as Alabama clay \r
[03:30.18]\r
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[00:00.95]Garth Brooks-Alabama Clay\r
[00:07.70] \r
[00:10.76]First time he saw the ground get busted \r
[00:15.92]He was ten and it was 1952 \r
[00:21.80]\r
[00:23.17]His daddy worked hard \r
[00:24.87]from sunup to sundown\r
[00:29.70]And the goin got tough \r
[00:31.70]behind them ol grey mules \r
[00:35.80]\r
[00:36.63]The farm grew to be a moneymaker\r
[00:42.51]And the house he lived in \r
[00:45.33]grew up room by room\r
[00:48.70]\r
[00:49.89]The boy worked hard but soon \r
[00:52.06]got tired of farmin \r
[00:55.66]So he slipped away \r
[00:57.90]one night neath the harvest moon \r
[01:01.31]\r
[01:02.21]His neck was red as Alabama clay \r
[01:08.63]But the citys call pulled him away \r
[01:15.03]Hes got a factory job \r
[01:18.44]and runs a big machine\r
[01:21.70]He dont miss the farm \r
[01:25.12]or the fields of green\r
[01:36.11][01:28.23]\r
[01:36.30]Now the citys just a prison without fences \r
[01:41.80]His job is just a routine he cant stand \r
[01:48.79]And at night he dreams of wide-open spaces \r
[01:55.07]Fresh dirt between his toes and on his hands\r
[02:01.08]\r
[02:01.98]Then one day a picture came inside a letter \r
[02:08.30]Of a young girl with a baby in her arms \r
[02:15.05]And the words she wrote \r
[02:16.74]would change his life forever\r
[02:20.90]So he went to raise his family on the farm \r
[02:2***1]\r
[02:27.19]His neck is red as Alabama clay \r
[02:33.51]Now hes goin home this time to stay \r
[02:40.14]Where the roots run deep \r
[02:43.60]on the family tree \r
[02:46.58]And the tractor rolls \r
[02:50.02]through the fields of green\r
[02:52.67]\r
[02:53.14]His neck is red as Alabama clay \r
[02:59.48]Now hes goin home this time to stay \r
[03:05.99]Where the roots run deep \r
[03:09.55]on the family tree\r
[03:12.52]And the tractor rolls \r
[03:15.92]through the fields of green\r
[03:19.34]His neck is red as Alabama clay \r
[03:30.18]\r
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