Alabama Sky

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...