Song | Alabama Clay |
Artist | Garth Brooks |
Album | Garth Brooks |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 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 |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : 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 wideopen 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 |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : 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 wideopen 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 |