by Jim Reeves

  I was restin' one evening,
By the side of the road,
When I saw an old farmer
In a field he'd just hoed;

His face was all browned
And wrinkled by the wind,
He was talkin' to the Lord,
Just like he'd be talkin to a friend.

"Well Sir," he said,
In a voice calm and quiet,
"Them corn tassels need sackin',
But I got no string to tie it;

"Had no rain in so long
That the fields are mighty dusty,
It's been so unbearable hot,
That even the kids are gettin' fussy.

"See that grass down in the pasture?
It should really be knee high,
If You could send a little shower, Lord,
It might keep the cow from goin' dry;

"Ah, but listen to me talkin',
You'd think I wasn't grateful,
Why, if You didn't know me so well, Lord, You'd think I was downright hateful.

"You'd think I'd forgot about
The new calf that You sent,
And the money that came in the mail
That sure took care of the rent;

"Ma's cold's better now and
Johnny's home from the Navy,
And that good Sunday dinner,
Of chicken, dumplins', and gravy;

"The new preacher You sent us, Lord,
He sure is a fine young man,
Why, he's just convertin' them sinners,
To beat the whole durn band!

"Well, guess I'll be mosein' along, Lord,
Won't take no more of Your time,
Guess there's plenty of folks here abouts, Just waitin' to ring Your line;

Good Evenin' to You, Lord,
And watch over us tonight;
And don't You worry about us none Lord, 'cause everything's gonna be alright."