He walked into the bar and parked his lanky frameUp on a tall bar stoolWith a long, soft southern drawlSaid, I'll just have a glass of anything that's coolThe barroom girl with heart and knowing eyesSlowly looked him up and downAnd she thought, I wonder how on earthThat country bumpkin found his way to townShe said, hello, country bumpkinHow's the frost out on the road?Country bumpkinI've seen some signs but man, you're somethingWhere'd you come from, country bumpkin?It was just a short year laterIn a bed of joy-filled tearsYet death locked the nameInto this wondrous world of many wondersOne more timeThat same woman's face was wrapped upIn a raptured look of love and tendernessAs she marveled at the soft and warmAnd cuddly boy-child feeding at her breastAnd she said, hello, country bumpkinHow's the frost out on the road?Country bumpkinHow's the frost out on the pumpkin?I've seen some signs but maybe you're somethingMama loves her country bumpkinForty years of hard work laterIn a simple, quiet and peaceful country placeThe heavy hand of time had not erasedThe raptured wonder from the wild westThe woman's faceShe was lying on her deathbedKnowing fully wellHer race was nearly runBut she softly smiledAnd looked into the sad eyesOf her husband and her sonAnd she saidSo long country bumpkinsThe frost is gone nowFrom the pumpkinI've seen some sidesOf life's been somethingSee the head of country bumpkinsShe saidSo long country bumpkinsThe frost is gone nowFrom the pumpkinI've seen some sidesOf life's been somethingSo long country bumpkins