amarillo sky

he gets up before the dawn;

packs a lunch an' a thermos full of coffee. it's another day in the dusty haze;

those burnin' rays are wearin' down his body. the diesels worth the price of gold;

it's the cheapest grain he's ever sold

but he's still holdin' on. he just takes the tractor another round

an' pulls the plow across the ground

and sends up another prayer. he says: lord