| I was resting one evening by the side of the road
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| When I saw an old farmer in a field he had just hoed
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| His face was brown and all wrinkled by the sun and the wind
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| And he was talking to the Lord
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| Just like he would be talking to a friend
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| «Well sir"he said with a voice calm and quiet
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| «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
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| It’s been so unbearable hot that the kids are even getting fussy
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| Now that grass down in the pasture it should be knee high
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| If we could just have a little shower Lord
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| It might keep the cow from going dry
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| Ah but listen to me talking Lord
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| You’d think I wasn’t grateful
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| Well you’d probably think I was down right hateful
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| You’d think I forgot about that new calf that you sent
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| And the money that came in the mail that took care of the rent
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| Maw’s cold is better and Johnny is home from the navy
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| Oh that good Sunday dinner of chicken and dumplings and gravy
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| And that new preacher you sent us he sure is a fine young man
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| Why he is just converting them sinners to beat the ban
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| Well I guess I’ll mossy on home now Lord
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| I’ll not take no more of your time
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| I guess there are plenty of folks there about waiting to ring your line
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| 'Evening to you Lord and watch over us tonight
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| And don’t you worry about us none Lord
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| No Sir because everything is going to be all right |