While resting one evening By the side of the road I seen an old farmer In a field he's just sowed. His face was all brown And wrinkled by the wind And he was a-talkin' to the Lord Just like He was talkin to a friend. Well Sir he said In a voice calm and quiet Those corn tassles need sackin' But got no string to tie it. Had no rain in so long That the fields is mighty dusty 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. Huh, listen to me talkin' You'd think I were ungrateful Why if you didn't know me Lord You'd think I was down right hateful. You'd think I'd forgot about The new calf that you sent The money in the mail That took care of the rent. Ma's cold is better And Johnny's home from the Navy And that good Sundy dinner Of chicken dumpli's and gravy. The new preacher you sent us Lord He sure is a fine young man Why he's just convertin' them sinner To beat the band. Well, guess I'll be mossyin' along Lord Won't take no more of your time Guess there's plenty of folks here abouts A waitin' to ring your line. Evenin' of you Lord And watch over us tonighht And don't you worry none about us Lord 'Cause everything gonna be just alright...