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 tassels need sucking, 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 were even gettin' fussy      Now that grass 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 forgot 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