Country Bumpkin

He walked into the bar

And parked his lanky frame upon a tall barstool

And with a long, soft southern drawl

Said, "I'll just have a glass of anything that's cool"

A barroom girl with hard and knowing eyes

Slowly looked him up and down

And she thought, "I wonder how on earth

That country bumpkin found his way to town"

She said, "Hello, country bumpkin

How's the frost out on the pumpkin?

I've seen some sights, but, man, you're something

Where'd you come from, country bumpkin?"

It was just a short year later

In a bed of joy-filled tears, yet death-like pain

And to this wondrous world of many wonders

One more wonder came

That same woman's face was wrapped up

In a raptured look of love and tenderness

As she marveled at the soft and warm

And cuddly boy-child feeding at her breast

And she said, "Hello, country bumpkin

Fresh as frost out on the pumpkin

I've seen some sights, but, babe, you're something

Mama loves her country bumpkin"

40 years of hard work later

In a simple, quiet and peaceful country place

The heavy hand of time had not erased

The raptured wonder from the woman's face

She was lying on her death-bed

Knowing fully well her race was nearly run

But she softly smiled and looked into

The sad eyes of her husband and her son

And she said, "So long, country bumpkin

The frost is gone now from the pumpkin

I've seen some sights and life's been something

See ya later, country bumpkin"

She said, "So long, country bumpkin

The frost is gone now from the pumpkin

I've seen some sights and life's been something

See ya later, country bumpkin"