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
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