Country Bumpkin (Rerecorded)

He walked into the bar and parked his lanky frame upon a tall barstool

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"

And she said, "Hello, country bumpkin

How's the frost out on the pumpkin?

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

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

Into 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 somethin'

And 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 the woman's face

She was lying on her deathbed, 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 on the pumpkin

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

See you later, country bumpkin"

She said, "So long, country bumpkins

The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin

I've seen some sights and life's been somethin'"