When I was five years old
Lookin' through the window pane
There was debt growin' in the fields
Every year it was the same
There was burnt up corn
Livin in a dusty haze
And daddy'd say good night son, I love you
And pray for rain
Well, it was about mid July when daddy's pride sank
He told my momma, he was goin' to the bank
He put on his Sunday's best, but it didn't hide his pain
The banker said take the money son
But you better, pray for rain
Well there's no clouds to hide the sun
And there's no waters in the creeks
And there's a fear in the congregation
Every Sunday when we meet
That the devil's found West Texas
And he may never leave
The preacher gives his sermon
Says pay your tithes and pray for rain
Now my daddy's land is mine
And times sure ain't the same
The blacktop's taken over
There's no room to grow the grain
And now the man down at the bank
He don't understand my pain
Cause he don't have to lay his head down every night
And pray for rain
When I was five years old
Lookin' through the window pane
There was debt growin in the fields
Every year it was the same
There was burnt up corn
Livin' in a dusty haze
And daddy'd say good night son
I love you
And pray for rain