Walter Brennan - The Farmer and the Lord lyrics

While resting one evening

By the side of the road

I seen an old farmer

In a field he's just sowed.

His face was all brown

And wrinkled by the wind

And he was a-talkin' to the Lord

Just like He was talkin to a friend.

Well Sir he said

In a voice calm and quiet

Those corn tassles need sackin'

But got no string to tie it.

Had no rain in so long

That the fields is mighty dusty

It's been so unbearable hot

That the kids are even gettin' fussy.

Now that grass down in the pasture

Should be knee high

If we could just have a little shower Lord

It might keep the cow from goin' dry.

Huh, listen to me talkin'

You'd think I were ungrateful

Why if you didn't know me Lord

You'd think I was down right hateful.

You'd think I'd forgot about

The new calf that you sent

The money in the mail

That took care of the rent.

Ma's cold is better

And Johnny's home from the Navy

And that good Sundy dinner

Of chicken dumpli's and gravy.

The new preacher you sent us Lord

He sure is a fine young man

Why he's just convertin' them sinner

To beat the band.

Well, guess I'll be mossyin' along Lord

Won't take no more of your time

Guess there's plenty of folks here abouts

A waitin' to ring your line.

Evenin' of you Lord

And watch over us tonighht

And don't you worry none about us Lord

'Cause everything gonna be just alright...