[00:00.000] 作词 : Cordle, Scaife
[00:00.98]Alabama Clay
[00:01.64]Garth Brooks
[00:11.36]First time he saw the ground get busted
[00:16.83]He was ten and it was 1952
[00:24.05]His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown
[00:30.40]And the goin' got tough behind them ol' grey mules
[00:37.28]The farm grew to be a moneymaker
[00:43.63]And the house he lived in grew up room by room
[00:50.63]The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farmin'
[00:56.76]So he slipped away one night 'neath the harvest moon
[01:02.89]His neck was red as alabama clay
[01:09.23]But the city's call pulled him away
[01:15.69]He's got a factory job and runs a big machine
[01:22.25]He don't miss the farm or the fields of green
[01:36.69]Now the city's just a prison without fences
[01:43.47]His job is just a routine he can't stand
[01:49.71]And at night he dreams of wide-open spaces
[01:56.16]Fresh dirt between his toes and on his hands
[02:02.29]Then one day a picture came inside a letter
[02:08.96]Of a young girl with a baby in her arms
[02:15.63]And the words she wrote would change his life forever
[02:21.86]So he went to raise his family on the farm
[02:28.10]His neck is red as alabama clay
[02:34.45]Now he's goin' home this time to stay
[02:40.57]Where the roots run deep on the family tree
[02:47.25]And the tractor rolls through the fields of green
[02:53.92]His neck is red as alabama clay
[03:00.15]Now he's goin' home this time to stay
[03:06.61]Where the roots run deep on the family tree
[03:13.18]And the tractor rolls through the fields of green
[03:19.96]His neck is red as alabama clay