[Intro] C G Am F C G [Verse 1] C G Am First time he saw the ground get busted F C G He was ten and it was nineteen fifty-two C G Am His daddy worked hard from sun up to sun down F C G and the going got tuff 'hind them old grey mules C G Am The farm grew to be a money maker F C G and the house he lived in grew up room by room C G Am The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farming F G C So he slipped away one night beneath the harvest moon. [Chorus 1] F C His neck was red as Alabama clay Am G but the cities call pulled him away F C He's got a factory job and runs a big machine G C He don't miss the farm or the fields of green. [Verse 2] C G Am Now the cities just a prison without fences. F C G His job is just a routine he can't stand C G Am and at night he dreams of wide open spaces F C G fresh dirt beneath his toes and on his hands. C G Am Then one day a picture came inside a letter F C G of a young girl with a baby in her arms. C G Am And the words she wrote would change his life forever. F G C So he went to raise his family on their farm. [Chorus 2] F C His neck is red as Alabama Clay Am G Now he's going home this time to stay F C Where the roots run deep on the family tree G C and the tractor rolls through the fields of green. F C His neck is red as Alabama Clay Am G Now he's going home this time to stay F C Where the roots run deep on the family tree G C and the tractor rolls through the fields of green. [Outro] F C His neck is red......as Alabama clay.