Craig Morgan Sweet Old Fashion Goodness Lyrics

Sweet Old Fashion Goodness Lyrics

Wind chimes in a weeping willow

Biscuits light as feather pillows

At mama's 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 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 porch waiting

While the daddy of the girl he's 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 needs

Just sweet old fashion goodness

Nothin' but sweet old fashion goodness