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