While restin' one evenin' by the side of the road

I saw an old farmer in a field he'd just hoed

His face was all brown and wrinkled by the wind

And he was talkin' to the Lord

Just like he'd be talkin' to a friend



Well sir, he said in a voice calm and quiet

Them corn tassels need sackin' but 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 are even gettin' fussy



Now that grass down in the pasture should be knee high

If we could just have a little shower Lord

It might keep the cow from goin' dry

Ah but listen to me talkin'

You'd think I wasn't grateful



Why if you didn't know me so well Lord

You'd think I was downright hateful

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

And 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, dumplin's and gravy

The new preacher you sent us Lord

He sure is a fine young man

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



Well guess I'll be moseyin' along Lord

Won't take no more your time

Guess there's plenty folks here abouts waitin' to ring your line

Evenin' to you Lord and watch over us tonight

And don't you worry about us none Lord

'Cause everything is gonna be all right