(Jim Wilson)      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 band.      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...