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