| D | D7 | G | D | |
| He | walked into the bar and parked his lanky | frame up | on a tall bars | tool |
| A7 | D | |
| And with a | long soft southern drawl said I'll just have a glass of anything that's | cool |
| D | D7 | G | D | |
| A | barroom girl with hard and knowing eyes | slowly | looked him up and | down |
| A7 | D | |
| And she | thought,I wonder how on earth this country bumpkin found his way to | town? |
| Chorus I: |
| G | |
| And she said, Hello, country | bumpkin |
| A7 | D | |
| How's the frost out on the | pumpkin? |
| D | D7 | G | |
| I've seen some | sights but man, you're | somethin' |
| A7 | D | |
| Where'd you come from, country | bumpkin |
| It was just a short year later in a bed of joy-filled tears, yet deathlike pain |
| Into this wondrous world of many wonders, one more wonder came |
| That same woman's face was wrapped up in a raptured look of love and tenderness |
| As she marveled at the soft and warm and cuddly boy-child feeding at her breast |
| Chorus II: |
| And she said Hello, country bumpkin |
| Fresh as frost out on the pumpkin |
| I've seen some sights but babe, you're somethin' |
| Mama loves her country bumpkin |
| Forty years of hard work later, in a simple quiet and peaceful country place |
| The heavy hand of time had not erased the raptured wonder from the woman's face |
| She was lying on her deathbed knowing fully well her race was nearly run |
| But she softly smiled and looked into the sad eyes of her husband and her son |
| Chorus III: |
| And she said So long, country bumpkin |
| The frost is gone now from the pumpkin |
| I've seen some sights and life's been somethin' |
| See you later, country bumpkin |
| Repeat chorus III |