The Devil and the Farmer
On a hot July night
The devil flew in
Caught him a ride
On a hot summer wind
With an evil twinkle
In his heady red eyes
He was ready to deal
With a sack full of lies
Now ol’ farmer Frank was down on his luck
His mule pulled up lame and the bank took his truck
The crops were all burned from a month without rain
And the tired Christian farmer was feeling the strain.
He appeared on the porch where Frank sat alone
Reached out his hand and gave him a stone
“Rub on it gently – any wish will come true,
My only request is a small payment from you”.
“It’s a hell of a deal,” the devil said
“I just want your soul – but not ’til you’re dead”
Frank scratched his head like it was hard to refuse,
And in a moment of weakness not a whole lot to lose.
With his calloused old hands he rubbed on the stone
In a great puff of smoke the devil was gone
His laughter was heard over the crops of the field
‘Cause old Mr. Satan knew he’d just closed a deal.
With a smile on his face and a gleam in his eye
Frank looked up to heaven and winked at the sky
“Yea, I dealt with the devil, but it’ll be fine
My wish was that he had a farm next to mine”
“When the sun starts to burn in the cloudless sky
And I see that ol’ devil lay down and cry
When his mule starts to limp and his crops die in the field
I’ll figure it’s time that he’s ready to deal.”