While restin' one evenin' by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in a field he'd just hoed
His face was all brown and wrinkled by the wind
And he was talkin' to the Lord
Just like he'd be talkin' to a friend
Well sir, he said in a voice calm and quiet
Them corn tassels need sackin' but I got no strength to tie it
Had no rain in so long that the fields are mighty dusty
And it's been so unbearable hot
That the kids are even gettin' fussy
Now that grass down in the pasture should be knee high
If we could just have a little shower Lord
It might keep the cow from goin' dry
Ah but listen to me talkin'
You'd think I wasn't grateful
Why if you didn't know me so well Lord
You'd think I was downright hateful
You'd think I forgot about the new calf that you sent
And money in the mail that took care of the rent
Ma's cold's better and Johnny's home from the navy
And that good Sunday dinner of chicken, dumplin's and gravy
The new preacher you sent us Lord
He sure is a fine young man
Why he's just convertin' them sinners to beat the bad
Well guess I'll be moseyin' along Lord
Won't take no more your time
Guess there's plenty folks here abouts waitin' to ring your line
Evenin' to you Lord and watch over us tonight
And don't you worry about us none Lord
'Cause everything is gonna be all right
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