(Larry Shell)      I've seen him plow a field of corn all day   That's reality   His overalls are black with dirt   But his face is still full of dignity.      He talks about the weather   And he can tell you when it's gonna rain   Told me 'bout the flood of Twenty-Nine   That washed the crops away.      Underneath that Alabama sky   Grandpa told me 'bout the things he'd seen   Underneath that Alabama sky   I listened to my Grandpa's memories.      At times he mentions Grandma   Turn his head and wipe away a tear   Sometimes we'd take her picture down   And sit and pretend that she's still here.      Three girls and two boys he raised on love   And simple honesty   And when they fin'lly have to carry him away   They'll take a lot of me.      Underneath that Alabama sky   Grandpa told me 'bout the things he'd seen   Underneath that Alabama sky   I listened to my Grandpa's memories.      Underneath that Alabama sky   My Grandpa told me 'bout the things he'd seen   Underneath that Alabama sky   I listened to my Grandpa's memories...