[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

Later on that evening

Just banging down the road

The sun beds down to kiss

The plains goodnight

And the air takes on a coolness

The west wind starts to blow

It's pushing up the rain clouds into sight

[Chorus]

And how could I try now to tell a tale

Whеn the sky tells three each morning

And еvening 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