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
And diesel's worth the price of gold
It's the cheapest grain he's ever sold

But he's still holding 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

But please don't let my dream to run dry

Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky"

That hailstorm back in '83

Sure did take a toll on his family

But 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

But please don't let my dream 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

But please don't let my dreams run dry

Underneath, underneath this Amarillo sky"

Underneath this Amarillo sky