Grandpa raised a family on a worn out cotton farm Borrowed money on his word he never did nobody harm Sometimes he'd get discouraged when a dry spell came around He'd go out in the cotton field and kneel down on the ground
Give us rain on this dry ole ground today Give us rain wash the trouble times away I believe your faithful i'm not meaning to complain But Lord we sure could use a little rain Lord we sure could use a little rain
I moved to the city when I was twenty two I saw a way of living that my grandpa never knew I'm a different kind of famer in a different kind of field Planting words hope in a ground that's hard as steel Bridge: There's a crop of thirsty people in this dry ole dusty town Grew up fast but withered when the scorching sun came down Although there is a difference the need is still the same Just like Grandpa's cotton field they need a little rainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
