4/4 Time

Leanin' on a T-post, my eyes up on the sky

When I'm meant to be splicing broken wire

The meadowlark is singing her old familiar tune

Her melody surpasses that of mine

And how could I try now to sing a song

When the good Lord's smallest creature

Can croon it out so strong?

And I shouldn't be comparing

His handiwork with mine

But I hope the Lord don't mind 4/4 time

Later on that evening, just banging down the road

Sun beds down to kiss the plains goodnight

The air takes on a coolness, the west wind starts to blow

It's pushing up the rain clouds into sight

And how could I try now to tell a tale

When the sky tells three each morning

And evening without fail?

And I shouldn't be comparing

His handiwork with mine

But I hope the Lord don't mind 4/4 time

Yes, I hope the Lord don't mind 4/4 time