Man, it's so hot you could fry an egg on that tractor
I cussed this Dust Bowl field till I turned blue
Man, if I don't get some rain, there goes my food plot
I don't even know what I'm gonna do
Lord, please hear my call if you're listenin' up there
I know it's wrong to pray a selfish prayer
But Lord you know that I don't ask for much at all
Make it fall
It's September and he's still in velvet
He's got a massive rack that's way outside his ears
I'm thinkin' about it, I can't help it
'Cause he's only a chip shot from this John Deere
Lord, please hear my call if you're listenin' up there
I know it's breakin' the law but he wouldn't have a prayer
Would you flip that calendar up on the wall
And make it fall
Season's in and I'm out in my climber
A little flash of white just caught my eye
Lookie here who's back, it's that old timer
I drew that bow and let that arrow fly
Lord, please make it fall, I'm beggin' you, please
Then I saw that buckle in his knees
And he snowplowed all the way into the drawl
God made it fall, and the cold wind blows
Fall, when the leaves all start to go
Fall, there's magic in the air
Make it fall, I'm sendin' up a prayer
