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."