क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Cash
Vocals
Bob Wootton
Guitar
Marshall Grant
Bass
Ws Fluke Holland
Drums
Pete Wade
Guitar
James Colvard
Guitar
Dave Kirby
Guitar
Kelso Herston
Guitar
Glenn D Keener
Guitar
J. Hensley
Guitar
Bobby Thompson
Banjo
Curly Chalker
Steel Guitar
Johnny Gimble
Fiddle
Buddy Spicher
Fiddle
Marcy Gates
Fiddle
Marjorie Gates
Fiddle
Tommy Jackson
Fiddle
David Briggs
Piano
Earl Ball
Piano
Shane Keister
Keyboards
Henry Strzelecki
Bass
Joe Allen
Bass
Kenny Malone
Drums
Jerry Carrigan
Drums
Willie Ackerman
Drums
George Tidwell
Trumpet
George Cunningham
Background Vocals
The Nashville Edition
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe Tex
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Davis
Producer
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[Verse 1]
This time last year there sure was a lotta sad faces around this old house
Our Papa died without fulfilling his life's dream
Of producing one of the best crops in Grimes County
Now Papa died with that dream still in his head
A desire in his heart, a promise on his lips and calluses on both hands
And two dollars in his pocket
[Verse 2]
Papa didn't live long enough to see his dream come true
So he died from too much work and broken spirit, I guess
But I promised our Mama that if it was he'd ever do
He'd live long enough to see just one good crop come through
But you see, we can't plant on things without first talking to God
Because we don't know His plans
And if we don't include Him, my friends
The way can get mighty hard
[Verse 3]
They say that very time a good and righteous person
Is buried in God's good earth, it's just fertilizer for the soil
And I guess there must be some truth to that
Whether we believe it or not, I just wish that Papa was here right now
So that he could see this good crop that we finally got!
[Verse 4]
Hey, look at them beans
And look at that corn
And I bet them watermelons must be three feet long
Man, look at them tomatoes
And look at them peas
Well I know if Papa was here right now
He'd sure be pleased
[Verse 5]
And Papa would sure be proud of his children too
My brother's famous now, got his own show on the road
Traveling in a customized bus imported from Europe
That boy always did love music and he loves some traveling
I got a sister that's got a good job in a beauty shop
Making money making other people look good
[Verse 6]
Ain't nobody here at the house now but me and Mama
And Mama, she's getting weaker and she's getting older every day
And she talks often about joining Papa in his heavenly home
Lord, that woman sure did love that man
She worked beside Papa for forty some odd years
Trying to produce a good crop and never could grow a single bean
But i just wish that Papa was here right now
To see this good crip that we finally got!
[Verse 7]
Man, look at them beans
And look at that corn
And I bet them watermelons must be three feet long
Man, look at them tomatoes
And just look at them peas
Yes, I know if Papa was here right now
He'd sure be pleased
[Verse 8]
And, Papa, if you can hear me
Look at them beans
Written by: Joe Tex