Sweet Old Fashion Goodness
Wind chimes in a weeping willow Biscuits light as feather pillows At mama's house Sunday morning kids are squirming Thank the preacher for the sermon As you're walking out Sweet old fashion goodness Old man comes out and pumps your gas Tells a joke while he cleans your gla*s And says, 'Thank you, friend' Grab a cup of sugar from your neighbor Honor roll made the morning paper Cut it out again Sweet old fashion goodness We don't need no bureaucrats No scientists or diplomats To help us figure out what this world needs Just sweet old fashion goodness He says 'Have you met my young bride? We got married back in '49 She ain't changed at all' There's a nervous boy on the front porch waiting While the daddy of the girl he's been dating Lays down the law Sweet old fashion goodness We don't need no bureaucrats No scientists or diplomats To help us figure out what this world needs Just sweet old fashion goodness Nothin' but sweet old fashion goodness
