Chords for Steve Howard - Alabama Clay - Garth Brooks
Tempo:
69.925 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
A
C#m
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] [E] [B] [C#m]
[B] [Em] [A] [Em] The first time he saw the [C#m] ground get busted, [B] [Em] he [A] was ten, it was [Em] 1952.
[B] [E] His daddy worked hard from sun [B] up [C#m] to sun down, [B] [Em] [F#m] the golden guy Tubbs behind them old [B] grain mules.
[Em] The farm grew to [B] be [C#m] a money maker, [B] [E] the [A] house he lived in grew up [E] room by room.
[B] [E] The boy worked hard but soon got [C#m] tired of farming, [B] [F#m] so he slept [B] away one night beneath
the [E] harvest moon.
His [A] neck was red as [E] Alabama clay, but the [A] city's called [G#m]
[E] pulled him [A] away.
[B] [A] He's got a factory job and has a [E] big machine, he don't miss the farm [B]
or [E] the fields of green.
[B] [C#m]
[B] [A] [B] [E] Now the [B] city's just a prison [C#m] without fences, [B] [A] his job is just a routine [E] he can't stand.
[B] [E] And at night he dreams of [B] wide [C#m] open spaces, [B] [F#m] fresh dirt between his toes and [B] on his hands.
[E] Then one day a [B] picture came [C#m] inside a letter [B] [A] of a young girl with a baby [E] in her arms.
[B] [E] And the words she [B] wrote would change his [C#m] life forever, [B] [F#m] so he went to [B] raise his family [E] on the farm.
His [A] neck is red as [E] Alabama clay, now he's [A] going [E]
home, it's [B] time to stay.
[E] For the [A] roots run deep on the [E] family tree, and the tractor rolls [B]
[E] through the fields of green.
[A] His neck is red as [E] Alabama clay, now [A] he's going [E]
home, it's time to stay.
[B] [Em] For [A] the roots run deep on [E] the family tree, and the tractor [B] rolls [E] through the fields of green.
His [A] neck is red [N] as Alabama clay.
[E] [F#]
[B] [Em] [A] [Em] The first time he saw the [C#m] ground get busted, [B] [Em] he [A] was ten, it was [Em] 1952.
[B] [E] His daddy worked hard from sun [B] up [C#m] to sun down, [B] [Em] [F#m] the golden guy Tubbs behind them old [B] grain mules.
[Em] The farm grew to [B] be [C#m] a money maker, [B] [E] the [A] house he lived in grew up [E] room by room.
[B] [E] The boy worked hard but soon got [C#m] tired of farming, [B] [F#m] so he slept [B] away one night beneath
the [E] harvest moon.
His [A] neck was red as [E] Alabama clay, but the [A] city's called [G#m]
[E] pulled him [A] away.
[B] [A] He's got a factory job and has a [E] big machine, he don't miss the farm [B]
or [E] the fields of green.
[B] [C#m]
[B] [A] [B] [E] Now the [B] city's just a prison [C#m] without fences, [B] [A] his job is just a routine [E] he can't stand.
[B] [E] And at night he dreams of [B] wide [C#m] open spaces, [B] [F#m] fresh dirt between his toes and [B] on his hands.
[E] Then one day a [B] picture came [C#m] inside a letter [B] [A] of a young girl with a baby [E] in her arms.
[B] [E] And the words she [B] wrote would change his [C#m] life forever, [B] [F#m] so he went to [B] raise his family [E] on the farm.
His [A] neck is red as [E] Alabama clay, now he's [A] going [E]
home, it's [B] time to stay.
[E] For the [A] roots run deep on the [E] family tree, and the tractor rolls [B]
[E] through the fields of green.
[A] His neck is red as [E] Alabama clay, now [A] he's going [E]
home, it's time to stay.
[B] [Em] For [A] the roots run deep on [E] the family tree, and the tractor [B] rolls [E] through the fields of green.
His [A] neck is red [N] as Alabama clay.
[E] [F#]
Key:
B
E
A
C#m
Em
B
E
A
[G] _ _ [E] _ _ _ [B] _ [C#m] _ _
[B] _ [Em] _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ The first time he saw the [C#m] ground get busted, [B] [Em] he [A] was ten, it was [Em] 1952.
_ [B] _ [E] His daddy worked hard from sun [B] up [C#m] to sun down, [B] _ [Em] [F#m] the golden guy Tubbs behind them old [B] grain mules.
[Em] _ The farm grew to [B] be [C#m] a money maker, _ [B] [E] the [A] house he lived in grew up [E] room by room.
_ [B] _ [E] The boy worked hard but soon got [C#m] tired of farming, _ [B] _ [F#m] so he slept [B] away one night beneath
the [E] harvest moon.
His [A] neck was red as [E] Alabama clay, but the [A] city's called [G#m] _
[E] pulled him [A] away.
[B] [A] He's got a factory _ job and has a [E] big machine, he don't miss the farm [B]
or [E] the fields of green.
_ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _
[B] _ [A] _ _ _ [B] [E] Now the [B] city's just a prison [C#m] without fences, _ [B] _ [A] his job is just a routine [E] he can't stand.
_ [B] [E] And at night he dreams of [B] wide [C#m] open spaces, [B] _ [F#m] fresh dirt between his toes and [B] on his hands.
[E] Then one day a [B] picture came [C#m] inside a letter _ [B] _ [A] of a young girl with a baby [E] in her arms.
_ [B] [E] And the words she [B] wrote would change his [C#m] life forever, [B] _ [F#m] so he went to [B] raise his family [E] on the farm.
His [A] neck is red as [E] Alabama clay, now he's [A] going _ [E]
home, it's [B] time to stay.
[E] For the [A] roots run deep on the [E] family tree, and the tractor rolls [B]
[E] through the fields of green.
_ [A] His neck is red as [E] Alabama clay, now [A] he's going _ [E]
home, it's time to stay.
[B] [Em] For [A] the roots run deep on [E] the family tree, _ and the tractor [B] rolls [E] through the fields of green.
_ His [A] neck is _ _ red [N] as Alabama clay. _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
[B] _ [Em] _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ _ The first time he saw the [C#m] ground get busted, [B] [Em] he [A] was ten, it was [Em] 1952.
_ [B] _ [E] His daddy worked hard from sun [B] up [C#m] to sun down, [B] _ [Em] [F#m] the golden guy Tubbs behind them old [B] grain mules.
[Em] _ The farm grew to [B] be [C#m] a money maker, _ [B] [E] the [A] house he lived in grew up [E] room by room.
_ [B] _ [E] The boy worked hard but soon got [C#m] tired of farming, _ [B] _ [F#m] so he slept [B] away one night beneath
the [E] harvest moon.
His [A] neck was red as [E] Alabama clay, but the [A] city's called [G#m] _
[E] pulled him [A] away.
[B] [A] He's got a factory _ job and has a [E] big machine, he don't miss the farm [B]
or [E] the fields of green.
_ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _
[B] _ [A] _ _ _ [B] [E] Now the [B] city's just a prison [C#m] without fences, _ [B] _ [A] his job is just a routine [E] he can't stand.
_ [B] [E] And at night he dreams of [B] wide [C#m] open spaces, [B] _ [F#m] fresh dirt between his toes and [B] on his hands.
[E] Then one day a [B] picture came [C#m] inside a letter _ [B] _ [A] of a young girl with a baby [E] in her arms.
_ [B] [E] And the words she [B] wrote would change his [C#m] life forever, [B] _ [F#m] so he went to [B] raise his family [E] on the farm.
His [A] neck is red as [E] Alabama clay, now he's [A] going _ [E]
home, it's [B] time to stay.
[E] For the [A] roots run deep on the [E] family tree, and the tractor rolls [B]
[E] through the fields of green.
_ [A] His neck is red as [E] Alabama clay, now [A] he's going _ [E]
home, it's time to stay.
[B] [Em] For [A] the roots run deep on [E] the family tree, _ and the tractor [B] rolls [E] through the fields of green.
_ His [A] neck is _ _ red [N] as Alabama clay. _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _