Sweet Old Fashion Goodness - Craig Morgan

wind chimes in a weeping willow, biscuits light as feather pillows, at mama's house, sunday morning kids a squirming, thank the preacher for the sermon, as you're walking out, sweet old fasing goodness, old man comes out and pumps your gas, tells a joke while he cleans your glass, and says thatk 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 poarch waiting, while the daddy of the girl hes 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 needsd, just sweet old fashion goodness, nothin' but sweet old fashion goodness