Farmer's Lament - Parker Millsap, Michael Rose

God’s just takin' pictures

No reason to run

Lightning’s just his flashbulb

Thunder’s just his gun

Shootin' holes in the clouds

So the rain’ll fall out

Onto this forsaken ground

Shootin' holes in the clouds

So the rain’ll fall out

Onto this forsaken ground

Now

Weeds were made for pullin'

Seeds were made to sow

The sun was made to burn you

God wants you to know

How it feels in hell

So you don’t sell

Your soul for some wishin' well

How it feels in hell

So you don’t sell

Your soul for some wishin' well

Now

But I’ll make it out

'Cause all my life

I been pushed down

broken pals

And a burned-up house

And drought

My mama said before her

Beating heart gave out

«Son, don’t get down

«Just listen for the trumpet sound»