Soon the pines will be falling everywhere And the children fight each other for a share And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek And the preacher writes his sermon for next week I saw Grandma yesterday down at the store Well she's really going fine for eighty-four And she asked me if sometime 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 It's the sweetest sound my ears have ever known It's an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown Country comfort is in a truck that's going home Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks The hedgehog's done in clay between the bricks And the rocking chair's creaking on the porch Across the valley moves the herdsman with his torch And it's good old country comfort in my bones It's the sweetest sound my ears have ever known It's an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown Country comfort is in a truck that's going home