Intro}
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{Verse 1}
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I've seen him plow a field of corn all day. That's reality.
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His overalls are black with dirt, but his face is still full of dignity.
D#m G#
He talks about the weather and he can tell you when it's gonna rain.
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Told me 'bout the flood of twenty nine that washed the crops away.
{Chorus - Variation 1}
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Underneath that Alabama sky,
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Grandpa told me 'bout the things he'd seen.
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Underneath that Alabama sky,
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I listened to my Grandpa's memories.
{Verse 2}
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At times he'd mention Grandma, turn his head and wipe away a tear.
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Sometimes we'd take her picture down and sit and pretend that she's still here.
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Three girls and two boys he raised on love and simple honesty.
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And when they finally have to carry him away, they'll take a lot of me.
{Chorus - Variation 2}
F# Fm7 F#maj7
Underneath that Alabama sky,
D#m G# C#
Grandpa told me 'bout the things he'd seen.
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Underneath that Alabama sky,
D#m G# A#m
I listened to my Grandpa's memories.
{Chorus - Variation 3 and fade}
F# Fm7 F#maj7
Underneath that Alabama sky,
D#m G# C#
Grandpa told me 'bout the things he'd seen.
F# Fm7 F#maj7
Underneath that Alabama sky,
D#m G# C# F#/C# C# G#/C# C# F#/C# C# G#/C# C#
I listened to my Grandpa's memories.