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...
