Pumpkin

"He walked into the bar and parked his lanky frame upon a tall bar stool

With a long soft southern drawl said I'll just have a glass of anything that's cool

A barroom girl with wise and knowing eyes slowly looked me up and down

And she said I wonder how on earth that country bumpkin found his way to town

And she said hello country bumpkin how's the frost out on the pumpkin

I've seen some sights but man you're somethin'
Where'd you come from country bumpkin"

Written by: CHOATE, DONALD WAYNE