While resting one evening by the side of the road   I saw an old farmer in the field he'd just hoed   His face was all brown and wrinkled by the wind   And he was talking to the Lord, just like he'd be talking to a friend   Well Sir, he said in a voice calm and quiet   Them corn tassels need stackin', but, uh, I got no string 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 calf from going dry   Oh- but listen to me talk, an' 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'd forgot about the new calf that you sent   And the 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, dumplings, and gravy   That new preacher you sent us Lord- he sure is a fine young man   Why he's just convertin' them sinners to beat the band   Well guess I'll mosey on along, Lord. Won't take no more your time   Guess there's plenty folks here about waitin' to ring your line   Evening to you Lord, and watch over us tonight   And don't you worry about us none, Lord, cause everything is gonna be all right