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 somethin'"

"Where'd ya 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'"

"Mamma 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 bumpkin"

"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 bumpkin"

"The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin"

FADE

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