Introduction Songtext
von Hank Williams

The Millows of Mother′s Best bar
Bring you that love thick blues boy, Hank Williams

I got a feeling all the blues all lost as my baby said goodbye
Lord, I don't know what I′ll do, all I do is inside
Oh Lord, good Luweegee

The folks who make Mother's Best flour
Mother's Best farm feeds
And the new Mother′s Best sell prizing corn meal
Bring you the one and only love sickless boy, Hank Williams
All the Mother′s Best music makers
And yours truly, Mother's Best little boy


Yeah, that′s me
Beat you to it, didn't we?
You probably have guessed
So wide awake and scrappy this morning
Don′t what I'm gonna do with you
How ′bout coming on in everybody and settle down
I'll fix you up a mass of biscuits
You don't want a corn, I can get you apron horns
Stir up about you that mother′s best biscuit
Hit me accordingly there buddy, come on (your, eh) yeah eh
Yes sir, it′s Mother's Best biscuit time
Here we go