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
Превод: Гарт Брукс. Алабама Глина.
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
