Alabama Clay

fret First time he saw the ground get busted he was ten and it was nineteen fifty two His daddy worked hard from sun up to sun down and the going got tuff hind them old grey mules. The farm grew to be a money maker and the house he lived in grew up room by room The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farming So he slipped away one night beneath the harvest moon. his neck was red as Alabama clay but the cities call pulled him away he's hot a factory job and runs a big machine he don't miss the farm or the fields of green. Now the cities 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 beneath 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 X2 now he's going 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. 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]