He walked into the bar and parked his lanky frame
Up on a tall bar stool
With a long, soft southern drawl
Said, I'll just have a glass of anything that's cool
The barroom girl with heart 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 road?
Country bumpkin
I've seen some signs 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 locked the name
Into this wondrous world of many wonders
One more time
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
How's the frost out on the road?
How's the frost out on the pumpkin?
I've seen some signs but man, you're something
That 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 front novice
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 the pumpkin
I've seen some sides
Of life's been something
See the head of country bumpkins
She said
So long country bumpkins
The frost is gone now
From the pumpkin
I've seen some sides
Of life's been something
So long country bumpkins