 He gets up before 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
And diesel's worth the price of gold
And its the cheapest grain he ever sold
But he's still holding on
Chorus
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 strom 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
Chorus
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
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