THE FARMER AND THE LORD
Jim Wilson
(Recorded 8 March 1961)
While restin' one evening by the side of the road,
I saw an old farmer in a field he'd just hoe'd.
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 sackin', but ... uh ... I got no string to tie it.
Had no rain in so long, that the fields are mighty dusty,
and its been so unbearable hot, that the kids are even getting 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 cow from goin' dry.
Aw, but listen to me talkin'! You'd think I wasn't grateful!
Why, if You didn't know me so well, Lord, You'd think I was downright - 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 dumplin's an' gravy.
The 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 be moseyin' along, Lord, won't take no more Your time,
Guess there's plenty folks hereabouts, waitin' to ring Your line...
Evenin' to You, Lord, and watch over us tonight -
And don't You worry about us now, Lord, ‘cause everythings gonna be alright."
Submitted by Leon Hart
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