Amarillo Sky

He gets up before the dawn

Packs a lunch and a thermos full of coffee

It's another day in the dusty haze

Those burnin' rays are wearing down his body

The diesel's worth the price of gold

Its the cheapest grain he ever sold

But he's still holding on



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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

But please don't let my dreams run dry

Underneath, underneath this

Amarillo Sky



That hail storm back in '83

Sure did take a toll on his family

But he stayed strong and carried on

Just like his dad and grandad did before him

On his knees every night he prays

Please let my crops and children grow

Cause that all he's ever known



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And he takes the tractor another round

Another round, another round

And he takes the tractor another round

Another round

He says I never complain I never ask why

But please dont let my dreams run dry

Underneath, underneath this

Amarillo sky



Underneath this

Amarillo Sky