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| The Farmer And The Lord
*Story Time With Mr. Brennen* ~~~**~~~ While restin' one evening by the side of the road, I seen an old farmer in a field he'd just hoed. His face was all brown and wrinkled by the wind, And 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 is mighty dusty, It's been so unbearable hot, the kids are even getting' fussy. Now that grass down in the pasture should be knee high, If we could just have a little shower, Lord, it night keep the cow from goin' dry. Ah, but listen to me talkin', You'd think I weren't grateful. Why, if you didn't know me so well, Lord, you'd think I was downright hateful. You'd think I forgot about the new calf that you sent, And 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 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' those sinners to beat the 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 waitin' to ring your line. Evenin' to you Lord and watch over us tonight; And don't worry none about us Lord, 'cause everything's gonna be jest alright. |
