[Verse 1]My old-fashioned gal don't like the bustle of the cityAnd the flushing pots and cyber spotsAnd no space to get away from the wreckageShe knows her place way out in ole AppalachiaWhere the Chickweed blooms to Chickadee's tuneAnd she plucks the mitten buttercups[Chorus]My old-fashioned gal is a real kinda palShe don't care if I'm poorOnce my love doesn't need me no moreThan to have me around when the sun's goin' downI do what I shall for my old fashion gal[Verse 2]She like to write her lettеrs on a piece purty paperAnd put 'еm in an envelope with a stampAnd mail 'em at the post officeShe digs for [?] in a West Virginia woodsTakes 'em home to her little shackSpends the evening just a picklin' and grinnin'[Chorus]My old-fashioned gal is a real kinda palShe don't care if I'm poorOnce my love doesn't need me no moreThan to have me around when the sun's goin' downI do what I shall for my old fashion gal[Instrumental Bridge][Verse 3]She picks violet flowersWhile walkin' through the grassy meadowsMake violent gin in little cansGives 'em away to her friends and familyI'd like to stay in a lovely little mountain homeAnd with her hand in mine forget the timeAs we gaze at the clouds and the Rhododendrons[Chorus]My old-fashioned gal is a real kinda palShe don't care if I'm poorOnce my love doesn't need me no moreThan to have me around when the sun's goin' downI do what I shall for my old fashion gal[Outro]Well, I do what I shallFor my sweet young pretty old-fashioned gal
