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 hed 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 its 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 youd think I wasnt grateful Why if you didnt know me so well Lord youd think I was down right hateful Youd think I forgot about that new calf that you sent And the money in the mail that took care of the rent Mamas coughs better and Johnnys home from the navy And that good Sunday dinner of hot chicken and dumplings and gravy And that new preacher you sent us Lord hes sure a fine young man Why hes just convertin them sinners to beat the man Well I guess Ill mosey on home now Lord I wont take no more your time I guess theres plenty folks here about waitin to ring your line Evening to you Lord and watch us over tonight Dont you worry about us now Lord cause everything is gonna be all right
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