And he takes his tractor…

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, I never complain, I never ask: ‘Why?’
“Please don’t let my dreams run dry,
“Underneath, underneath this Amarillo Sky.”

That hail storm back in ’83,
Sure did take a toll on his family.
But he stayed strong and carried on,
Just like his Dad and Granddad did before him.
On his knees every night,
He prays: “Please let my crops and children grow,”
‘Cause that’s all he’s ever known.

He just takes the tractor another round,
An’ pulls the plow across the ground,
And sends up another prayer.
He says: “Lord, I never complain, I never ask: ‘Why?’
“Please don’t let my dreams run dry,
“Underneath, underneath this Amarillo Sky.”

An’ he takes the tractor another round. (Another round.)
Another round. (Another round.)
Another round.
An’ he takes the tractor another round, another round.
He says: “I never complain, I never ask: ‘Why?’
“Please don’t let my dreams run dry,
“Underneath, underneath this Amarillo Sky.
“Underneath this Amarillo Sky.”

When that song first came out, sung by Jason Aldean, it was an instant hit across the country and the world itself. That includes me. For some reason, it hit strong and hard, dug under my skin and became an instant favorite. A part of me that few songs achieve.

Now, let’s look at the why of it. Section by section.

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

A farmer gets up before the dawn. So do quite a few other people on this planet. We get up early and get a start to our day; regardless of what may have come the day before, we continue to do this. It’s hot, it’s miserable, we get old long before our time. Our labors are never really worth as much to others as we need them to be and the price of our own needs is far more expensive than we can afford. Despite all that, few of us actually give up. We keep going, working to better our lives and the lives of those who depend on us. And then the chorus:

He just takes the tractor another round,
An’ pulls the plow across the ground,
And sends up another prayer.
He says: “Lord, I never complain, I never ask: ‘Why?’
“Please don’t let my dreams run dry,
“Underneath, underneath this Amarillo Sky.”

Sometimes it may feel like we go ’round and ’round, never really getting anywhere. We try not to complain, we try not to demand God fix it or make it worth it. Instead, we just ask that He keep it going and helping us to fulfill our dreams. Not dreams of being wealthy and famous, but of living another day, sending our children better. Leaving something to them when we finally pass.

That hail storm back in ’83,
Sure did take a toll on his family.
But he stayed strong and carried on,
Just like his Dad and Granddad did before him.
On his knees every night,
He prays: “Please let my crops and children grow,”
‘Cause that’s all he’s ever known.

We’ve all hit hard times. We’ve felt like we were wiped out completely. By the teaching of our forefathers, we kept going. By the guiding hand of my parents, I haven’t given up. Even when I felt all was lost and I wasn’t sure where the next days’ food or shelter was coming from, God provided my benefactor and a place for us to land. To keep going so my children keep going. They don’t know what mom has been through – I protect them from that. Just as a farmer protects his children from the harsh realities of depending on the weather. The same as a iron worker would, working all day in the sweat and heat but knowing he was providing for those who come after him.

In all honesty, isn’t this what is asked of us by God, every day? To take what we’re given and make the best we can. Keep going and thank Him as we do so. Do the best we can with what we’ve got and don’t waste our days whining about what we don’t. I lack the words to adequately express the feelings the song gives. So, here’s the video, for those curious: Jason Aldean, Amarillo Sky.

Thank you for listening,

Naia.

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