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