Soon the pines will be falling everywhere

Village children fight each other for a share

And the six-o-nine goes roaring past the creek

Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week



I saw grandma yesterday down at the store

Well she's really going fine for eighty four

Well she asked me if sometime I'd fix her barn

Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm



And it's good old country comfort in my bones

Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known

Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown

Country comfort's in a truck that's going home



Down at the well they've got a new machine

The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen

Yeah but that ain't natural well so old Clay would say

You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day



Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks

The hedgehog's done in clay between the bricks

And the rocking chair's creaking on the porch

Across the valley moves the herdsman with his torch

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