I was resting one evening by the side of the road    When I saw an old farmer in a field he had just hoed   His face was brown and all wrinkled by the sun and the wind   And he was talking to the Lord    Just like he would be talking to a friend   "Well sir" he said with a voice calm and quiet   "Them corn tassels need sacking and I ain't got no string to tie it   Hadn't rained in so long the fields are mighty dusty   It's been so unbearable hot that the kids are even getting fussy   Now that grass down in the pasture it should be knee high   If we could just have a little shower Lord   It might keep the cow from going dry   Ah but listen to me talking Lord   You'd think I wasn't grateful   Well you'd probably think I was down right hateful   You'd think I forgot about that new calf that you sent   And the money that came in the mail that took care of the rent   Maw's cold is better and Johnny is home from the navy   Oh that good Sunday dinner of chicken and dumplings and gravy   And that new preacher you sent us he sure is a fine young man   Why he is just converting them sinners to beat the ban   Well I guess I'll mossy on home now Lord    I'll not take no more of your time   I guess there are plenty of folks there about waiting to ring your line   'Evening to you Lord and watch over us tonight    And don't you worry about us none Lord   No Sir because everything is going to be all right