He gets up before the dawn;
Packs a lunch an' a thermos full of coffee
It's another day in the dusty haze;
Those burnin' rays are wearin' down his body
The diesels 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,
An' 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
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,
An' 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"

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An' he takes the tractor another round (Another round)
Another round (Another round)
Another round
An' 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"