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
And it's the cheapest grain he's ever sold
But he's still holding on
 [bad word] He just takes the tractor another round
And pulls the plow across the ground
And sends up another prayer
He says Lord I [bad word] I never ask why
But please don't let my [bad word] 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's all he's ever known
 [bad word] He just takes the tractor another round
And pulls the plow across the ground
And sends up another prayer
He says Lord I [bad word] I never ask why
But please don't let my [bad word] 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 [bad word] I never ask why
But please don't let my [bad word] dry
Underneath, underneath this
Amarillo Sky

Underneath this
Amarillo sky