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