I was resting the other evening by the side of the road When I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold Oh his face was all brown from the sun and the wind And he was talking to the Lord just like he'd be talking to a friend Lord he said with his voice calm and quiet Them corn tassels need suckin' but I got no strenght to tie it We had no rain in so long that the fields are mighty dusty And it's been so unbearable hot the kids were even gettin' fussy Oh that grass and the pasture it 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 talking you'd think I wasn't grateful If you didn't know me so well Lord you'd think I was down right hateful I guess you'd think I frogot about that new calf that you sent And the money in the mail took care of the rent Mama's cough's better and Billy's home from the navy And oh that good Sunday dinner of hot biscuits and chicken and gravy And that new preacher you sent us my Lord he's sure a fine young man Why he's just convertin' them sinners to beat the band Well I guess I'll mosey on home now Lord I won't take no more your time I know there's plenty folks here bout waitin' to ring your line Evening to you Lord and watch us over tonight But don't you worry bout us none Lord cause everything is gonna be all right (Precious sacred seems unfold)