The 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 ta*sels need s*cking I got no strenght 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 gra*s 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 frogot 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