The Tractor Factory歌詞

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Album:Garth Brooks
Garth Brooks-Alabama Clay
First time he saw the ground get busted
He was ten and it was 1952
His daddy worked hard
from sunup to sundown
And the goin' got tough
behind them ol' grey mules
The farm grew to be a moneymaker
And the house he lived in
grew up room by room
The boy worked hard but soon
got tired of farmin'
So he slipped away
one night 'neath the harvest moon
His neck was red as Alabama clay
But the city's call pulled him away
He's got a factory job
and runs a big machine
He don't miss the farm
or the fields of green
Now the city's 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 between his toes and on his hands
Then one day