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 burning rays are wearing down his body
The 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."
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 granddad 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
Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky."
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
Please don't let my dreams run dry
Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky
Underneath this Amarillo Sky."
Autor(es): Bart Pursley / Big Kenny / John Rich / Rodney Clawson
