Farmer and the Lord

While resting one evening by the side of the road I saw an old farmer in the field he'd just hoed His face was all brown and wrinkled by the wind And he was talking to the Lord, just like he'd be talking to a friend Well Sir, he said in a voice calm and quiet Them corn ta*sels need stackin', but, uh, I got no string 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 gra*s down in the pasture 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 talk, an' 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'd forgot about the new calf that you sent And the 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, dumplings, and gravy That new preacher you sent us Lord- he sure is a fine young man Why he's just convertin' them sinners to beat the band Well guess I'll mosey on along, Lord. Won't take no more your time Guess there's plenty folks here about waitin' to ring your line Evening to you Lord, and watch over us tonight And don't you worry about us none, Lord, cause everything is gonna be all right