He walked into a bar
And parked his lanky frame upon
A tall bar stool
And with a long soft southern drawl
Said, "I'll just have a glass
Of anything that's cool"
A barroom girl with wise
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"
And she said, "Hello, country bumpkin
How's the frost out on the pumpkin?
I've seen some sights but boy, you're something
Where'd you come from country bumpkin?"
It was just a short year later
In a bed of joy filled tears
And death like pain
Into this wonderous 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
Back 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"
Forty 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 her 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 bumpkins
The frost is gone now from the pumpkins
I've seen some sights and life's been something
See you later country bumpkins"
She said, "So long, country bumpkins
The frost is gone now from the pumpkins
I've seen some sights and life's been something
See you later country bumpkins"