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"