The stories behind Under the Texas Sky

• Under the Texas Sky Is About Who's Left to Make the Drive — A country-rock road song follows one traveling technician across grain bins and county lines to reach a small rural clinic - a trip that depends entirely on someone being willing to make it.

Lyrics

The Sun Climbs Over

Mesquite and White White lines run where the hills retire

A toolbox rides in the truck bed tight

Rattling soft in the morning light

Two lane miles and a county sign

Coffee gone cold by the county line i got a

service call and a promise to keep where a little

clinic's waiting from sleep the waiting room's small but the need

runs deep every careful hand has a trust to keep under

the texas sky i'm rolling on past the grain bins

That's a break of dawn with a case of tools and a job

to do Bringing a little more help to you

When the last green light says the work is right

And that machine comes back to life

There's a quiet kind of pride that money can't buy

Helping folks get well under the

Texas sky

Dusty parking lot, red dirt on my boots

A nurse waves me in beside the old ambulance route

We check every set and every cable and screen

Measure twice what the patients need

The local crew gathers shoulder to shoulder

One knows the wiring, one knows the folder

A laugh breaks loose when the long day starts

Good work gets done by willing hearts

No spotlight shines on the things we repair

Just a steady room and a little less worry there

Under the Texas sky, I'm rolling on past the grain rain

bends past the break of dawn with a case of tools and a job

to do bringing a little more help to you when the

last green light says the work is right and that machine comes back

to life

there's a quiet kind of pride that money can't buy helping folks

get well under the

Texas sky

we test the power we test

Make sure every safeguard holds its ground

When their signs off, the room breathes slow

Now somebody's got a better chance to go I pack my

wrenches as the evening turns gold another small victory

another story told under

the Texas sky I'm rolling on past the fence post glowing

in the setting sun with an empty case and a grateful

crew Knowing the right thing made it through

When the last green light says the work is right

And that device bystands, ready for service tonight.

There's a quiet kind of pride, the money came by, helping folks get

well.

Under the Texas sky, long

highway humming,

red dust drifting by,

the toolbox rides home

Under the Texas sky