So he went to raise his family on the farm
And the tractor rolls through the fields of green
So he slipped away one night 'neath the harvest moon
And the goin' got tough behind them ol' gray mules
Where the roots run deep on the family tree
Fresh dirt between his toes and on his hands
And the tractor rolls through the fields of green
Now the city's just a prison without fences
Then one day a picture came inside a letter
And at night he dreams of wide open spaces
His job is just a routine he can't stand
Now he's goin' home this time to stay
The farm grew to be a moneymaker
But the city's call pulled him away
And the words she wrote would change his life forever
Of a young girl with a baby in her arms
He don't miss the farm or the fields of green
His neck is red as Alabama clay
And the house he lived in grew up room by room
He's got a factory job and runs a big machine
The boy worked hard but soon got tired of farmin'
Where the roots run deep on the family tree
His neck was red as Alabama clay
His neck is red as Alabama clay
His daddy worked hard from sunup to sundown
Now he's goin' home this time to stay
