| He walked into the bar
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| And parked his lanky frame upon a tall bar stool
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| With a long soft southern drawl
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| Said, «I'll just have a glass of anything that’s cool»
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| A barroom girl with wise and knowing eyes
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| Slowly looked me up and down
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| And she said, «I wonder how on earth
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| That country bumpkin found his way to town»
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| And she said, «Hello, country bumpkin
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| How’s the frost out on the pumpkin?
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| I’ve seen some sights but man you’re somethin'
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| Where’d you come from country bumpkin?»
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| Just a short year later in a bed of joy
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| Filled tears and death like pain
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| Into this wondrous world of many wonders
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| Another wonder came
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| That same woman’s face was wrapped up In a raptured look of love and tenderness
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| As I marveled at the soft and warm
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| And cuddly boy child, feeding at her breast
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| And she said, «Hello, country bumpkin
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| Fresh as frost out on the pumpkins
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| I’ve seen some sights but babe you’re somethin'
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| Mommy, loves her country bumpkin»
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| Forty years, of hard work later
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| In a simple, quiet and peaceful country place
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| The heavy hand of time had not erased
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| The raptured wonder from my woman’s face
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| She was lying on her death bed
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| Knowing fully well her race was nearly run
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| But she softly smiled and looked into
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| The sad eyes of her husband and her son
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| And I said, «So long country bumpkins
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| The frost is gone now from the pumpkins
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| I’ve seem some sights and life’s been somethin'
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| See you later country bumpkins»
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| See you later country bumpkins |