Lyrics:
While Resting One Eveningby The Side Of The Roadi Seen An Old Farmerin A Field He's Just Sowed.his Face Was All Brownand Wrinkled By The Windand He Was A-Talkin' To The Lordjust Like He Was Talkin' To A Friend.well Sir He Saidin A Voice Calm And Quietthose Corn Tassles Need Sackin'but Got No String To Tie It.had No Rain In So Longthat The Fields Is Mighty Dustyit's Been So Unbearable Hotthat The Kids Are Even Gettin' Fussy.now That Grass Down In The Pastureshould Be Knee Highif We Could Just Have A Little Shower Lordit Might Keep The Cow From Goin' Dry.huh, Listen To Me Talkin'you'd Think I Were Ungratefulwhy If You Didn't Know Me Lordyou'd Think I Was Down Right Hateful.you'd Think I'd Forgot Aboutthe New Calf That You Sentthe Money In The Mailthat Took Care Of The Rent.ma's Cold Is Betterand Johnny's Home From The Navyand That Good Sundy Dinnerof Chicken Dumpli's And Gravy.the New Preacher You Sent Us Lordhe Sure Is A Fine Young Manwhy He's Just Convertin' Them Sinnerto Beat The Band.well, Guess I'll Be Mossyin' Along Lordwon't Take No More Of Your Timeguess There's Plenty Of Folks Here Aboutsa Waitin' To Ring Your Line.evenin' Of You Lordand Watch Over Us Tonighhtand Don't You Worry None About Us Lord'cause Everything Gonna Be Just All Right...