| C | |
| When you | live in the country |
| F | |
| Every- | body is your neighbor |
| C | G | |
| On | this one thing you can re- | ly |
| C | |
| They'll | all come to see you |
| F | |
| And | never ever leave you |
| C | G | C | |
| Sayin', | Y'all come to | see us bye and | bye. |
| F | |
| Y'all come, | Y'all come. |
| C | G | |
| Oh, | Y'all come to see us when you | can |
| C | F | |
| Y'all | come, | Y'all come |
| C | G | C | |
| Oh, | Y 'all come to | see us now and | then. |
| Kinfolks a-comin' |
| They're comin' by the dozen |
| Eatin' ever'thing from soup to hay |
| And right after dinner |
| They ain't lookin' any thinner |
| And here's what you hear them say. |
| CHORUS |
| Pore old Grandmaw's a-wishin' |
| They'd come out to the kitchen |
| And help do the dishes right away |
| But they all start a-leavin' |
| Even though she's a-grievin' |
| You can still hear Grandmaw say: |