Walter Brennan The Farmer And The Lord
(Spoken)
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...
