Walter Brennan - The Farmer and the Lord lyrics

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(Spoken)

While restin' one evening by the side of the road

I saw an old farmer in a field he's just hoed.

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

And he was talkin' to the Lord just like he was talkin’ to a friend.

“Well Sir,” he said, with his voice calm and quiet,

“Those corn tassels need sackin', got no string to tie ‘em.

And it ain’t bin rainin’ in so long that the fields is mighty dusty

And it's been so unbearable hot that the kids is even gettin' fussy.”

“Take that grass down in the pasture, Lord,

It should be knee high.

If we could just have a little shower, Lord,

Might keep the cow from goin' dry.”

“Aw, but listen to me talkin', Lord,

You'd think I wasn’t grateful.

Why if you didn't know me so well, Lord,

You'd think I’s downright hateful.”

“You'd think I'd forgot ‘bout that new calf that You’d sent

And the money in the mail that took care of the rent.

Ma's cold’s better, and Johnny's home from the Navy

And that good Sunday dinner of chicken and dumplin’s and gravy.”

“And that new preacher You sent us, Lord,

He’s sure a fine young man

He's just convertin' in sinners

To beat the band.”

“Well, guess I'll be moseyin' on home now, Lord,

Won't take no more of Your time

Guess there's plenty of folks here ‘bout

Waitin' to ring Your line.”

“Evenin' to you, Lord, and watch over us tonight

Don't you worry none about us, Lord

Everythin’s gonna be all right...”

Thanks to Shortstuff for correcting these lyrics