I am standing on the corner of a pair of country roads I was carving out my daddy's name on a little stone Oh, I couldn't always talk to him But if he was here today I think I'd know exactly what to say I'd say the weather's being hot The hay is almost in And if it holds till next week we'll be Bailin' again The wheat is good, the corn is fine I sure coulda used your advice and help To raise a couple of kids I'm trying to raise them just the way you did I'd tell him about that hard frost Early last fall For awhile it didn't look like we'd make it at all I'd tell him how it'd all work out Just this spring If he were here I'd tell him everything I'd say the weather's being hot The hay is almost in And if it holds till next week we'll be Bailin' again The wheat is good, the corn is fine I sure coulda used your advice and help To raise a couple of kids I'm trying to raise them just the way you did My daddy never said goodbye One day he just up and died and left me To go it all alone And sometimes I wished I could hear his voice Help me to make the choice To giving up or carrying on I'd say the weather's being hot The hay is almost in And if it holds till next week we'll be Bailin' again The wheat is good, the corn is fine I sure coulda used your advice and help To raise a couple of kids I'm trying to raise them just the way you did I guess I'll raise them just the way you did