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Soon the pines will be falling everywhere |
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Village children fight each other for a share |
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And the 6: 09 goes roaring past the creek |
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Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week |
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I saw grandma yesterday down at the store |
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Well she's really going fine for eighty four |
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Well she asked me if sometime |
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I'd fix her barn |
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Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm |
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And it's good old country comfort in my bones |
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Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known |
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Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown |
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Country comfort's in a truck that's going home |
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Down at the well they've got a new machine |
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The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen |
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Yeah but that ain't natural well so old |
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Clay would say |
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You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day |
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Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks |
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The hedgehog's done in clay between the bricks |
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And the rocking chair's creaking on the porch |
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Across the valley moves the herdsman with his torch |
