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He walked into the bar and parked his lanky frame upon a tall barstool
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And with a long soft Southern drawl said
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"I'll just have a glass of anything that's cool"
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A barroom girl with hard and knowing eyes slowly looked him up and down
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And she thought "I wonder how on earth
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That country bumpkin found his way to town"
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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 ya come from, country bumpkin?"
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It was just a short year later in a bed of joy-filled tears yet death-like pain
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Into this wondrous world of many wonders one more wonder came
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That same woman's face was wrapped up
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In a raptured look of love and tenderness
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As she marveled at the soft and warm 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 pumpkin"
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"I've seen some sights but, babe, you're somethin'"
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"Mamma loves her country bumpkin"
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Forty years of hard work later 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 the woman's face
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She was lying on her deathbed knowing fully well her race was nearly run
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But she softly smiled and looked into the sad eyes of her husband and her son
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And she said "So long, country bumpkin"
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"The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin"
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"I've seen some sights and life's been somethin'"
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"See you later, country bumpkin"
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She said "So long, country bumpkin"
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"The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin"
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FADE
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"I've seen some sights and life's been somethin'"
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Country Bumpkin
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| Cal Smith |
