作曲：Larry Cordle/R. Scaife 作词：Larry Cordle/R. Scaife
　 （歌词转自 音魁网 www.inkui.com）
　 First time he saw the ground get busted
歌 He was ten and it was 1952
词 His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown
转 And the goin' got tough behind them ol' grey mules
自 （歌词转自 音魁网 www.inkui.com）
音 The farm grew to be a moneymaker
魁 And the house he lived in grew up room by room
网 The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farmin'
ｉ So he slipped away one night 'neath the harvest moon
ｎ （歌词转自 音魁网 www.inkui.com）
ｋ His neck was red as Alabama clay
ｕ But the city's call pulled him away
ｉ He's got a factory job and runs a big machine
· He don't miss the farm or the fields of green
ｃ （歌词转自 音魁网 www.inkui.com）
ｏ Now the city's just a prison without fences
ｍ His job is just a routine he can't stand
　 And at night he dreams of wide-open spaces
　 Fresh dirt between 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
　 Now he's goin' 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
　 Now he's goin' 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