Farmer And The Lord

I was resting the other evening by the side of the road

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

Oh his face was all brown from the sun and the wind

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

Lord he said with his voice calm and quiet

Them corn tassels need suckin' but I got no strenght to tie it

We had no rain in so long that the fields are mighty dusty

And it's been so unbearable hot the kids were even gettin' fussy

Oh that grass 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

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

I guess you'd think I frogot about that new calf that you sent

And the money in the mail took care of the rent

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

And oh that good Sunday dinner of hot biscuits and chicken and gravy

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

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

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

I know there's plenty folks here bout waitin' to ring your line

Evening to you Lord and watch us over tonight

But don't you worry bout us none Lord cause everything is gonna be all right

(Precious sacred seems unfold)