This time last year there sure was a lot of sad faces around this old house Our papa died without fullfillin' his life's dream Of producing one of the best crops in Grimes County Though papa died with that dream still in his head A desire in his heart a promise on his lips callusess on both hands And two dollars in his pocket Papa didn't live long enough to see his dreams come true So he died from too much work broken spirit I guess But I promised our mama that if it was a last thing he'd ever do He'd live long enough to see just one good crop come through But you see we can't plan on things without first talking to God Because we don't know his plans and if we don't include him my friends The way can get mighty hard They say that everytime a good and righteous person Is buried in God's good earth it's just fortilizer for the soil And I guess there must be some truth to that whether we believe it or not I just wish that papa was here right now So that he could see this good crop that we fin'ly got Hey look at that beans and look at that corn And I bet them watermelons must be three feet long Man look at them tomatoes and look at them peas Well I know if papa was here right now he'd sure be pleased [ fiddle ] And papa would sure be proud of his children too My brother's famous now got his own show on the road Traveling in customized bus imported from Europe That boy always did love music and he loves to travel I got a sister that's got a good job in a beauty shop Making money making other people look good Ain't nobody here at a house now but me and mama And mama she's gettin' weaker and she's gettin' older every day And she talks softly about joinin' papa in his heavenly home But that woman sure did love that man She worked beside papa for forty some odd years Tryin' to produce a good crop and never could grow a single bean But I just wish that papa was here right now to see this good crop that we fin'ly got Man look at that beans... And papa if you can hear me look at them beans
