Just me tryin' it out! OK, this is just the first time I'm tryin' this out -- it's tougher than i thot! Just fillin' it with stuff for now: THE FARMER AND THE LORD Jim Wilson Reeves (Recorded 8 March 1961) While restin' one evening by the side of the road, I saw an old farmer in a field he'd just hoe'd. His face was all brown and wrinkled by the wind, and he was talking to the Lord, just like he'd be talking to a friend. "Well, Sir," he said in a voice calm and quiet, "them corn tassels need sackin', but ... uh ... I got no string to tie it. Had no rain in so long, that the fields are mighty dusty, and its been so unbearable hot, that 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 might keep the cow from goin' dry. Aw, 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 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 dumplin's an' 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 band. Well, guess I'll be moseyin' along, Lord, won't take no more Your time, Guess there's plenty folks hereabouts, waitin' to ring Your line... Evenin' to You, Lord, and watch over us tonight - And don't You worry about us now, Lord, ‘cause everythings gonna be alright." ----------------------------------------- Binker-what I call him-is a secret of my own, And Binker is the reason why I never feel alone. Playing in the nursery, sitting on the stair, Whatever I am busy at, Binker will be there. Oh, Daddy is clever, he's a clever sort of man, And Mummy is the best since the world began, And Nanny is Nanny, and I call her Nan- But they can't See Binker. Binker's always talking, 'cos I'm teaching him to speak: He sometimes likes to do it in a funny sort of squeak, And he sometimes likes to do it in a hoodling sort of roar... And I have to do it for him COs his throat is rather sore. Oh, Daddy is clever, he's a clever sort of man, And Mummy knows all that anybody can, And Nanny is Nanny, and I call her Nan- But they don't Know Binker. Binker's brave as lions when we're running in the park; Binker's brave as tigers when we're lying in the dark; Binker's brave as elephants. He never, never cries... Except (like other people) when the soap gets in his eyes. Oh, Daddy is Daddy, he's a Daddy sort of man, And Mummy is as Mummy as anybody can, And Nanny is Nanny,and I call her Nan... But they're not Like Binker. Binker isn't greedy, but he does like things to eat, So I have to say to people when they're giving me a sweet, "Oh, Binker wants a chocolate, so could you give me two?" And then I eat it for him, COs his teeth are rather new. Well, I'm very fond of Daddy, but he hasn't time to play, And I'm very fond of Mummy, but she sometimes goes away, And I'm often cross with Nanny when she wants to brush my hair... But Binker's always Binker, and is certain to be there.
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