Intro}
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{Verse 1}
G# A#m
I've seen him plow a field of corn all day. That's reality.
C# D# G#
His overalls are black with dirt, but his face is still full of dignity.
A#m D#
He talks about the weather and he can tell you when it's gonna rain.
C# D# G# C#/D# G#
Told me 'bout the flood of twenty nine that washed the crops away.
{Chorus - Variation 1}
C# Cm7 C#maj7
Underneath that Alabama sky,
A#m D# G#
Grandpa told me 'bout the things he'd seen.
C# Cm7 C#maj7
Underneath that Alabama sky,
A#m D# G# C#/G# G# D#/G# G# C#/G# G# D#/G# G#
I listened to my Grandpa's memories.
{Verse 2}
G# A#m D#
At times he'd mention Grandma, turn his head and wipe away a tear.
C# D# G#
Sometimes we'd take her picture down and sit and pretend that she's still here.
A#m D#
Three girls and two boys he raised on love and simple honesty.
C# D# G# C#/D# G#
And when they finally have to carry him away, they'll take a lot of me.
{Chorus - Variation 2}
C# Cm7 C#maj7
Underneath that Alabama sky,
A#m D# G#
Grandpa told me 'bout the things he'd seen.
C# Cm7 C#maj7
Underneath that Alabama sky,
A#m D# Fm
I listened to my Grandpa's memories.
{Chorus - Variation 3 and fade}
C# Cm7 C#maj7
Underneath that Alabama sky,
A#m D# G#
Grandpa told me 'bout the things he'd seen.
C# Cm7 C#maj7
Underneath that Alabama sky,
A#m D# G# C#/G# G# D#/G# G# C#/G# G# D#/G# G#
I listened to my Grandpa's memories.