He gets up before the dawn,
packs a lunch and a thermos full of coffee,
It's another day in the dusty haze,
it's burnin rays are wearin down his body,
Diesel's worth the price of gold,
it's the cheapest grain he's ever sold,
but he's still holdin on,
He just takes the tractor another round,
and pulls the plow across the ground,
And sends up another prayer,
He says Lord I never complain, I never ask why,
Please don't let my dreams run dry,
Underneath, underneath this Amarillo Sky,
(verse 2)
That hail storm back in 83'
sure did take a toll on his family,
He stayed strong and carried on,
just like his dad and grand-dad did before him,
On his knees every night he prays,
please let my crops and children grow,
Cause that's all he's ever known,
He just takes the tractor another round,
and pulls the plow across the ground,
And sends up another prayer,
He says Lord I never complain, I never ask why,
PLease don't let my dreams run dry,
And he just takes the tractor another round,
another round, another round,
And he just takes the tractor another round,
another round,
He says I never complain, I never ask why,
PLease don't let my dreams run dry,
underneath this Amarillo Sky