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 waether
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 Send " Sky" Ringtone to your Cell