Craig Morgan - Sweet Old Fashion Goodness lyrics

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 gla** 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