Sweet Old Fashion Goodness Lyrics

by Craig Morgan

Wind chimes in a weeping willow
Biscuits light as feather pillows
At mamas house

Sunday morning kids are squirming
Thank the preacher for the sermon
As you're walking out

Sweet old fashion goodness

Old man comes out and pumps your gas
Tells a joke while he cleans your glass
And says, 'Thank 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 dont 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 aint changed at all

Theres a nervous boy on the front porch waiting
While the daddy of the girl hes been dating
Lays down the law

Sweet old fashion goodness

We dont need no bureaucrats
No scientists or diplomats
To help us figure out what this world needs
Just sweet old fashion goodness
Nothin but sweet old fashion goodness