So Long, Country Bumpkin
- Deric Hollings
- Feb 9
- 8 min read
I find it humorous to discover the reactions of people when I inform them about my dad’s musical tastes and subcultural influences. At some point in life, my dad was reportedly a hippie—someone associated with the counterculture of the mid-1960s to early 1970s.
I used to hear stories of my dad’s adoration for the music of Iron Butterfly, Peter Frampton, and other rock artists of that time period. Then, in early adulthood, my dad took on the trade of a pipefitter. I was also told that member of his local labor union were country music fans.
Apparently flexible in his musical interests, my dad informed me that his all-white male coworkers eventually accepted him when he showed interest in culturally assimilating to their subcultural norms. This included the donning of cowboy attire, such as boots, jeans, and hats.

Having lived the majority of my life in Texas, I’ve only worn a cowboy hat as a playtime accessory when in childhood, I’ve never worn cowboy boots, and although I enjoy jeans, I don’t wear Wrangler jeans. Whereas my dad was amiable to some cultural influences, I wasn’t.
However, one matter upon which my dad and I could agree was our fondness for old school country and western music (now simply “country music”). People who are familiar with my blog content may find this fact somewhat confusing.
After all, I boldly claim to be the world’s foremost hip hop and electronic dance music-influenced Rational Emotive Behavior Therapy (REBT) psychotherapist. As well, I’m biracial (white and black). As such, some people may be puzzled by my keenness for country music.
What can I say? I’ve also expressed a taste for reggae, dancehall, rock, and other musical genres and associated subcultural influences. To use a tautological statement, I like what I like. (Picture me shrugging).
In any case, my dad used to boast that because of his pipefitting job he was able to have paid off his first home and two vehicles at the age of 19-years-old. It’s difficult for me to imagine how that would be possible under contemporary socioeconomic conditions.
Apparently, assimilating paid off in regard to my dad’s role as a country bumpkin, which one source describes as a hardworking individual who lives outside of town and speaks with a long, soft, southern drawl. Regarding this matter, I’m reminded of a song.
When living with my dad between fifth and seventh grade, he would sometimes exaggerate a southern drawl when singing country music singer Cal Smith’s song “Country Bumpkin” (1974). To those who judge the song by its unsophisticated title, I encourage you to set aside your judgment. Consider the first verse, which states:
He walked into the bar
And parked his lanky frame upon a tall barstool
And with a long, soft southern drawl
Said, “I’ll just have a glass of anything that’s cool”
A barroom girl with hard and knowing eyes
Slowly looked him up and down
And she thought, “I wonder how on earth
That country bumpkin found his way to town”
She said, “Hello, country bumpkin
How’s the frost out on the pumpkin?
I’ve seen some sights, but, man, you’re something
Where’d you come from, country bumpkin?”
In this verse, a country bumpkin is prejudged by a bar attendee. Rather than merely dismissing the man altogether, based on illogical and unreasonable (collectively “irrational”) beliefs, the woman entertains her curiosity by engaging in a conversation with the bumpkin.
When thinking about this matter, I consider how my dad used to tell me of his experience with black people from his neighborhood when they discovered that he enjoyed rock and country music. Reportedly, their reactions can be represented by the following syllogism:
Form (modus tollens) –
If p, then q; not q; therefore, not p.
Example –
If black people all listen to the same musical genres, then black people are undifferentiated from one another.
Black people don’t all listen to the same music genres.
Therefore, black people aren’t undifferentiated from one another.
Black people aren’t a monolith. Some blacks in the ‘60s and ‘70s listened to rock and country music while wearing cowboy hats. To suggest otherwise is irrational. Rather than approaching life with rigid hubris, my dad used a curious approach, as was the case in the first verse of “Country Bumpkin. The second verse states:
It was just a short year later
In a bed of joy-filled tears, yet death-like pain
And to this wondrous world of many wonders
One more wonder came
That same woman’s face was wrapped up
In a raptured look of love and tenderness
As she marveled at the soft and warm
And cuddly boy-child feeding at her breast
And she said, “Hello, country bumpkin
Fresh as frost out on the pumpkin
I’ve seen some sights, but, babe, you’re something
Mama loves her country bumpkin”
The bar attendee’s curiosity and willingness to use openness, honesty, and vulnerability led to the creation of new life. When singing this verse, my dad would dramatically motion toward me to express appreciation for his own child.
It was a mysterious matter, my dad’s willingness to declare that among his four children he valued most the creation of a son. One to support traditional values of biblical origin, sons were said to have served as the name-bearers of male familial figures.
Noteworthy, my dad subscribed to doctrine of the Jehovah’s Witnesses, so he refused to refer to anyone other than Jehovah as “Father.” This is why I call him “dad” within my blog. Thus, sons were perceived as special, because they carried out the lineage of their dads.
You may not agree with my dad’s perspective, though you don’t have to. It was his value and not yours. When singing “Country Bumpkin” to me, I interpreted what I thought was my dad’s intended meaning: You’re my one and only son who’s special to me and I love you. The third verse of the song concludes:
40 years of hard work later
In a simple, quiet, and peaceful country place
The heavy hand of time had not erased
The raptured wonder from the woman’s face
She was lying on her deathbed
Knowing fully well her race was nearly run
But she softly smiled and looked into
The sad eyes of her husband and her son
And she said, “So long, country bumpkin
The frost is gone now from the pumpkin
I’ve seen some sights and life’s been something
See ya later, country bumpkin”
I’d be lying if I stated that tears didn’t fill my eyes when listening to and writing that last verse. These aren’t tears of sorrow or regret, though tears stemming from unconditional life-acceptance and in regard to contentment.
Having known my dad, the fallible human being that he irrefutably was, provided me with deep insight into my own nature. I smile when thinking of how my late stepmom used to say, “Oou, you just like yo daddy!”
Said with faux disgust, she let me know that the proverbial apple didn’t fall far from the tree. My dad had a bit of country bumpkin in him and so do I. Similarly, my dad will one day depart existence in his current form and so will I.
Although I well up with tears when hearing “Country Bumpkin” and reflecting upon the days of yesteryear as my dad would sing to me in a southern drawl, I’m not self-disturbed about his impending death or that regarding my own. Death is nothing about which to be sad.
Just as one may erroneously prejudge “Country Bumpkin” as an unsophisticated song, given the name of the track and implied meaning of the term representing southerners in the United States, I find that people also mistakenly presume that life should, must, or ought to last forever.
While it’s exceedingly rare for me to issue a guarantee, I’ll do so herein. Life in its current form – as an organic, carbon-based entity that’s able to interact with the content of this blogpost – you will most certainly die. After all, life is impermanent and uncertain. You may even die soon.
That’s one lesson my dad taught me and for which I’m grateful. He didn’t lie to me about the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, or any such nonsense. Rather, my dad taught his son about truth of reality: each and every one of us will one day say, “So long, country bumpkin.”
Now, I spend a significant amount of my time as a provider of care for mental, emotional, and behavioral health by instilling this psychoeducational lesson in people whose parents apparently didn’t have the courage or decency to tell their children about the inescapability of death.
Alas, some people willfully choose to remain stuck in a self-deluded cloak of ignorance. For such people, the frost apparently remains endlessly fresh upon the pumpkin. Thankfully, not everyone is willingly to lie to themselves in such a manner.
How about you? Do you unconditionally accept that the frost will one day be gone from the pumpkin? If so, have you informed your loved ones of what you think of and how you feel about them? As long as you’re still alive, there’s time for “so long” expressions, country bumpkin.
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Deric Hollings, LPC, LCSW
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