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Packs a lunch an' a thermos full of coffee.&#13;
It's another day in the dusty haze;&#13;
Those burnin' rays are wearin' down his body.&#13;
The diesels worth the price of gold;&#13;
It's the cheapest grain he's ever sold,&#13;
But he's still holdin' on.&#13;
&#13;
He just takes the tractor another round,&#13;
An' pulls the plow across the ground,&#13;
And sends up another prayer.&#13;
He says: &quot;Lord, I never complain, I never ask: 'Why?'&#13;
&quot;Please don't let my dreams run dry,&#13;
&quot;Underneath, underneath this Amarillo Sky.&quot;&#13;
&#13;
That hail storm back in '83,&#13;
Sure did take a toll on his family.&#13;
But he stayed strong and carried on,&#13;
Just like his Dad and Granddad did before him.&#13;
On his knees every night,&#13;
He prays: &quot;Please let my crops and children grow,&quot;&#13;
'Cause that's all he's ever known.&#13;
&#13;
He just takes the tractor another round,&#13;
An' pulls the plow across the ground,&#13;
And sends up another prayer.&#13;
He says: &quot;Lord, I never complain, I never ask: 'Why?'&#13;
&quot;Please don't let my dreams run dry,&#13;
&quot;Underneath, underneath this Amarillo Sky.&quot;&#13;
&#13;
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&#13;
An' he takes the tractor another round. (Another round.)&#13;
Another round. (Another round.)&#13;
Another round.&#13;
An' he takes the tractor another round, another round.&#13;
He says: &quot;I never complain, I never ask: 'Why?'&#13;
&quot;Please don't let my dreams run dry,&#13;
&quot;Underneath, underneath this Amarillo Sky.&#13;
&quot;Underneath this Amarillo Sky.&quot;&#13;
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