Grandpa stood out in the cornfield
Holdin′ a fist full of dry dirt
He said a little rain would be nice
Either way, I ain't concerned
Hard times can shake your spirit
Hard times can make a grown man cry
Some folks wanna cuss their maker
I say, Just give him time
I′ve stood on the bottom of the bottom
Lookin' up, tryin′ to understand
Shoulda known He was down there with me
Waitin' on me to take his hand
I know I don′t pass every test
I'm still a work in progress
Yeah, I'm just a sinner I confess
I know I′m forgiven every time
I know where I′m goin' when I die
I don′t care who thinks I've lost my mind