Never To Late For Prayin (Kind of a Cowboy Prayer)

Three eggs in the Ice Box and the hens quit layin yesterday Low on milk and the milk cow went dry Don't worry about the windmill being broke, the wind won't blow Sometimes the river of life can run that way All we can do is keep on going and wonder why It is not for us to know The drought has taken over, our back are against the wall Seems like we cannot rent a friend The grass is dead and the cattle need to be fed Worries and headaches are no longer small This is stating to look like the end We just never know what is ahead Both ends of the candle are burnt and about out of rope Clouds are rolling across the sky like a empty freight train Bill collectors are knocking at the door,"can't get blood out of a turnip" Sometimes there seems like there is no hope It will quit hurting hen there is no more pain And two new flat tire on the old pickup It can get you down if you let it, but there is an easier way out When you cannot see the forest for the trees Just remember the old sayin Even if you are full of doubt Get off your horse and fall to your knees Never to late for prayin