Bill Anderson - The Farmer And The Lord lyrics

I was resting one evening

By the side of the road

When I saw an old farmer

In a field he had just hoed.

His face was brown and all wrinkled

By the sun and the wind

And he was talking to the Lord

Just like he would be talking to a friend.

"Well sir", he said,

With a voice calm and quiet

"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

It's been so unbearable hot

That the kids are even getting fussy.

Now that grass down in the pasture

It should be knee high

If we could just have a little shower Lord

It might keep the cow from going dry.

Ah but listen to me talking Lord

You'd think I wasn't grateful

Well you'd probably think

I was down right hateful.

You'd think I forgot about

That new calf that you sent

And the money that came in the mail

That took care of the rent.

Maw's cold is better

And Johnny is home from the navy

Oh, that good Sunday dinner

Of chicken and dumplings and gravy.

And that new preacher you sent us

He sure is a fine young man

Why he is just converting

Them sinners to beat the band.

Well I guess I'll mossy on home now Lord

I'll not take no more of your time

I guess there are plenty of folks there about,

Waiting to ring your line

'Evening to you Lord and watch over us tonight

And don't you worry about us none, Lord

No Sir, because everything is going to be all right...