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While resting the other evening by the side of the roadI saw an old farmer in the field that he just holdHis face was all brown and wrinkled by the sun and the windAnd he was talking to the Lord just like he'd be talking to a friendWell he said with his voice calm and quietThem corn tassels need sucking I got no strength to tie itHad no rain in so long that the fields are mighty dustyAnd it's been so unbearable hot that the kids were even gettin' fussyNow that grass down and the pasture it should be knee highIf we could just have a little shower Lord it might keep the calf from going dryOh but listen to me talking you'd think I wasn't gratefulWhy if you didn't know me so well Lord you'd think I was down right hatefulYou'd think I forgot about that new calf that you sentAnd the money in the mail that took care of the rentMama's cough's better and Johnny's home from the navyAnd that good Sunday dinner of hot chicken and dumplings and gravyAnd that new preacher you sent us Lord he's sure a fine young manWhy he's just convertin' them sinners to beat the manWell I guess I'll mosey on home now Lord I won't take no more your timeI guess there's plenty folks here about waitin' to ring your lineEvening to you Lord and watch us over tonightDon't you worry about us now Lord cause everything is gonna be all right Aus Songtexte Mania