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With a long soft Southern drawl said&#13;
&quot;I'll just have a glass of anything that's cool&quot;&#13;
A bar room girl with hard and knowing eyes slowly looked him up and down&#13;
And she thought &quot;I wonder how on earth&#13;
That country bumpkin found his way to town&quot;&#13;
&#13;
She said &quot;Hello, country bumpkin&quot;&#13;
&quot;How's the frost out on the pumpkin?&quot;&#13;
&quot;I've seen some sights but, man, you're somethin'&quot;&#13;
&quot;Where'd ya come from, country bumpkin?&quot;&#13;
&#13;
It was just a short year later in a bed of joy-filled tears yet death-like pain&#13;
Into this wondrous world of many wonders one more wonder came&#13;
That same woman's face was wrapped up&#13;
In a raptured look of love and tenderness&#13;
As she marveled at the soft and warm and cuddly boy-child feeding at her breast&#13;
&#13;
And she said &quot;Hello, country bumpkin&quot;&#13;
&quot;Fresh as frost out on the pumpkin&quot;&#13;
&quot;I've seen some sights but, babe, you're somethin'&quot;&#13;
&quot;Mama loves her country bumpkin&quot;&#13;
&#13;
Forty years of hard work later in a simple, quiet and peaceful country place&#13;
The heavy hand of time had not erased&#13;
The raptured wonder from the woman's face&#13;
She was lying on her deathbed knowing fully well her race was nearly run&#13;
But she softly smiled and looked into the sad eyes of her husband and her son&#13;
&#13;
And she said &quot;So long, country bumpkin&quot;&#13;
&quot;The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin&quot;&#13;
&quot;I've seen some sights and life's been somethin'&quot;&#13;
&quot;See you later, country bumpkin&quot;&#13;
&#13;
She said &quot;So long, country bumpkin&quot;&#13;
&quot;The frost is gone now from on the pumpkin&quot;&#13;
&quot;I've seen some sights and life's been somethin'&quot;&#13;
&#13;
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