While resting one evening by the side of the road
I saw an old farmer in the field that he just ploughed
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 with his voice calm and quiet
Them corn tassels need stackin and 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 were even gettin' fussy
Now that grass down the pasture should be knee high
If we could just have a little shower Lord 
it might keep the cow 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
Ma's cold's better and Johnny's home from the navy
And that good Sunday dinner of chicken 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 band
Well guess I'll be  moseyin along  Lord
I 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 alright