I'm standing at the corner of a bare country roadI've been carving out my daddy's name on a little stoneOh, I couldn't always talk to himIf he was here todayI think I'd know exactly what to sayI'd say the weather's been hotHay is almost inAnd if it holds by next weekWe'll be bailin' againThe wheat is good, the corn is highSure could use your adviceAnd help to raise a couple of kidsI'm trying to raise them just the way you didI'd tell him 'bout that hardy frost, early last fallHow, oh for while, it looked like we wouldn't make it at allI'd tell him how it all worked out, just this springIf he was here I'd tell him everythingI'd say the weather's been hotHay is almost inAnd if it holds by next weekWe'll be bailin' againThe wheat is good,the corn is highSure could use your adviceAnd help to raise a couple of kidsI'm trying to raise them just the way you didMy daddy never said goodbyeOne day he just up and diedAnd left me to go it all aloneBut, sometimes I wish I'd hear his voiceHelping me to make the choiceOn giving up and carrying onI'd say the weather's been hotHay is almost inAnd if it holds by next weekWe'll be bailin' againThe wheat is good,the corn is highSure could use your adviceAnd help to raise a couple of kidsI'm trying to raise them just the way you didI guess I'll raise them just the way you did