Lord, the time has come to give thanks,
For the harvest that we’ve had,
But, i still remember summer,
Oh, goodness, it was bad.
We’ve endured bugs and floods and hail,
That beat crops to the ground,
But the heat and drought last summer,
Well, it almost got me down.
I watched my little soybeans,
Make such a valiant try,
But the sun and blistering heat,
Caused them to wither-up and die.
Both dairy and beef cattle,
From morning until night,
Just stood with mouths wide open,
And heaved with all their might.
My neighbor planted cotton,
It got six inches high,
And he had a bad year last year,
Make you want to cry.
The water holed dried up,
And all the pasture grass was gone.
The cows would start a-huntin shade,
‘bout an hour after dawn.
The chicken boys were hurt real bad,
Tomato growers, too.
Country folks and city folks,
Not much we could do.
By the middle part of summer,
Looked like everything had died,
And when the rain did finally fall,
Both men and women cried.
Just listen to me a-grouchin’
And steamin’up the air,
And talking ‘bout our troubles
In my Thanksgiving prayer.
Why, you’d nearly think
I was still suffering from the heat,
There’s not a one of us
That don’t have all we want to eat.
The times that I’ve been hungry,
Are mighty, mighty, few.
We don’t have near the trouble
Folks in other countries do.
Those farmers who had rain
Sent us all the hay they could.
They know we can’t repay 'em.
God bless them all, real good.
Forgive me, lord, for sitting here,
And whimperin’ like a pup.
Someday, we’ll have crops for sale,
And prices may go up.
So, thanks for all the blessings,
My family, friends, and home.
I’ll try to do a better job
With my old sandy loam.
A farm don’t come with guarantees.
We’ll hold out if we can,
And when disaster comes,
We’ll try to face it like a man.
When this bad time is over,
And faith replaces fear,
We’ll find a way to meet you
Right back here again next year.