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"