The Farmer And The Lord Lyrics - Porter Wagoner

While resting the other evening by the side of the road 

I saw an old farmer in the field that he just hold 

His face was all brown and wrinkled by the sun and the wind 

And he was talking to the Lord just like he'd be talking to a friend 

Well he said with his voice calm and quiet 

Them corn tassels need sucking I got no strength 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 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 

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 

Mama's cough's better and Johnny's home from the navy And that good 

Sunday dinner of hot chicken and 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 man