Soon the pines will be fallin' ev'rywhere,
village children fight each other for a share.

And the 6:09 goes roarin' past the creek,
Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week.

I saw grandma yesterday down at the store;
well, she's really goin' fine for eighty-four.

Well, she asked me if some time I'd fix her barn;
poor old girl, she needs a hand to run the farm.

And it's good old country comfort in my bones,
just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known;
just an old-fashioned feelin' fully grown.

Country comfort's any truck
that's goin' home.

Down at the well, they've got a new machine;
the foreman says it cuts manpower by fifteen.

Yeah, but that ain't natural,
well, so old Clay would say;

you see he's a horse-drawn man
until his dyin' day.

And it's good old country comfort in my bones,
just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known;
just an old-fashioned feelin' fully grown.

Country comfort's any truck
that's goin' back home.

And it's good old country comfort in my bones,
just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known;
just an old-fashioned feelin' fully grown.

Country comfort's any truck
that's goin' back home.

Now the old fat goose is flyin' cross the sticks,
the hedgehog's done in clay between the bricks.

And the rockin' chair's a-creakin' on the porch,
across the valley moves the herdsman
with his torch.

And it's good old country comfort in my bones,
just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known;
just an old-fashioned feelin' fully grown.

Country comfort's any truck
that's goin' home, oh.

Country comfort's any truck
that's goin' back home,
yes, it is.

Country comfort's any truck
that's goin' back home.