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
room by room The boy worked hard But soon got tired of farmin' So he slipped away one night B'neath the harvest moon His neck was red As alabama clay
Traducere: Garth Brooks. Alabama Clay.
up room by room The boy worked hard But soon got tired of farmin' So he slipped away one night B'neath the harvest moon His neck was red As alabama clay
