Farmer And The Lord

While resting the other evening by the side of the road

I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold

His face was all brown and wrinkled by the sun and the wind

And he was talking to the Lord just like he'd be talking to a friend

Well, he said with his voice calm and quiet

Them corn tassels need sucking, 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 were even gettin' fussy

Now that grass down and the pasture it should be knee high if we

Could just have a little shower Lord it might keep the calf from going dry

Oh, but listen to me talking, you'd think I wasn't grateful, why if you

Didn't know me so well Lord you'd think I was down right hateful

You'd think I forgot about that new calf that you sent

And the money in the mail that took care of the rent

Mama's cough's better and Johnny's home from the navy

And that good Sunday dinner of hot chicken and dumplings and gravy

And that new preacher you sent us, Lord he's sure a fine young man

Why he's just convertin' them sinners to beat the man

Well, I guess, I'll mosey on home now, Lord, I won't take no more your time

I guess, there's plenty folks here about waitin' to ring your line

Evening to you, Lord, and watch us over tonight

Don't you worry about us now, Lord, 'cause everything is gonna be all right