track dirt in the house, like its a bad habbit
6 days a week, if we’re keeping the sabbath
when we aint in a pew, theres a good reason
god dont mind when its harvest season
one farm house a whole lot of acres
takes a lota love with a side of free labor
we raise ‘em up quick, they earn their keep
damn kids gota learn, that we all gota eat
cant take credit when you know where it dues
if you really wana know whats gettin us through
its prayin for rain and gods good graces
that His sunshine down on our faces
the devil makes his dollars with idle hands
so we keep ‘em busy workin, dont give ‘him a chance
this side of heaven the only way we make it
is prayin for rain and gods good graces
sex used to sell, now its just bad news
dont wind me up on the doom and gloom
‘i know i got it better than i deserve
i got front porch seat to the good lords work
kids in the yard, wife in my bed
and hands to fold when i lay my head
it’s prayin for rain and gods good graces
that His sunshine down on our faces
the devil makes his dollars with idle hands
so we keep ‘em busy workin, dont give ‘him a chance
this side of heaven the only way we make it
is prayin for rain and gods good graces
when a storm rolls thru, it just means
the man upstairs payin mind to me