Moonlight shining on the grassy meadows,
Looks like diamonds shining in the night,
Whipporwills singing in the white oaks,
Coon dogs barking in the bright moonlight.
Honeysuckle smells just like sweet perfume,
Old dogs lying over by the door,
Watermelon rhine Mama puts up in a jar,
And the city folks, they call us poor.
Singing Rock of Ages on the front porch,
Watching fireflies light up and down again,
Listening to Bill Monroe singing on the Opry,
Singing something bout his Uncle Penn.
Refrain
God, He paints a picture in the evening sky,
Blue and purple, orange and shades of red,
He knows we cant afford no fancy paintings,
So we look at the real thing instead.