Soon the pines will be falling everywherenAs the village children fight each other for their sharenAnd the six-o-nine goes roaring past the creeknAs Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next weeknnI saw grandma yesterday down at the storenWell she's really doing fine for eighty-fournAnd she asked me if sometime I could fix her barnnThe poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farmnnAnd it's good old country comfort in my bonesnIt's the sweetest sound these ears have ever knownnIt's just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grownnCountry comfort in a heart that's going back homennDown at the well they've got a new machinenThe foreman says it'll cut manpower by fifteennHey but that ain't natural old Clay would saynYou see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying daynnAnd it's good old country comfort in my bonesnAnd it's good old country comfort in my bonesnAnd it's good old country comfort in my bonesnCountry comfort in a heart that's going back home