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