Mother's Best Flower brings you Hank Williams.
I got a feeling called the blues, oh lord, since the baby said goodbye.
Lord, I don't know what I'll do, cause all I do is sit and sigh, oh lord, good Luigi.
The millers of Mother's Best Flower, Mother's Best Farm Feeds, and Mother's Best Self-Rising Cornmeal bring you the one and only lovesick blues boy, Hank Williams, the Mother's Best Music Makers, and yours truly, Mother's Best little old boy.
Hi, Mother's Best!
Hey fellas, I'm glad to hear you holler this morning.
The sun is up and everybody's awake and raring to go, ain't it?
Yes, sirree. They got an oven full of hot biscuits, they'll rar even further.
The aroma of Mother's Best biscuits is strong in the kitchen this morning and we're ready to go.
All you fellas that's in the dog house, here's a little number, you got my sympathy.
Move over short dog, let the tall dog in, she won't let me sleep in the house, huh?
I came home last night about half past ten and that deviant mind, she wouldn't let me in, so move it on over, move it on over, move it on over, move it on over, move over short dog, cause the tall dog's moving in.
Well, she told me not to play around, but I've done let the deal go down, so towed it on over, move it on over, dragged it on over, move it on over, move over nice dog, cause the mean dog's moving in.
Hey boy.
Well, she changed the lock on our front door, and my door key, it don't fit no more, so slide it on over, move it on over, slip it on over, move it on over, move over old dog, cause our new dog's moving in.
Now this doghouse here, it's mighty small, but it's better than no house at all, so ease it on over, move it on over, shove it on over, move it on over, move over good dog, cause the mean dog's moving in.
She'll crawl back to me on her knees, but I'll be busy scratching fleas, so scratch it on over, move it on over, towed it on over, move it on over, move over old dog, cause our mean dog's moving in.
Now remember pup, before you whine, that side's yours and this side's mine, so slide it on over, move it on over, towed it on over, move it on over, move over cold dog, cause our hot dog's moving in.
Hey, get over there dog, that's the married man blues, that's a better name for that, ain't it?
You know folks, I might not be an expert cook, but I can tell you right now, I'm an expert eater, and I found out that even without experience, you can make the most delicious, let me say that again, the most delicious biscuits you ever tasted when you used Mother's Best flour.
Biscuits so rich with flavor, so white and fluffy that your family will say, man, that was the best biscuits I ever ate.
And neighbors, for all your baking, you'll find that Mother's Best assures perfect results.
Tested recipes for your baking favorites are enclosed in every sack of Mother's Best flour.
Easy recipes with results guaranteed are your money refunded.
To save you money, each recipe is carefully tested in Mother's Best kitchens.
To save you time, the directions are given step by step.
These wonderful family tested recipes are regular service by Gene Foster, Mother's Best home economist.
Mother's Best also gives you valuable coupons for a complete set of lovely rose and silverware.
And most important of all, when you use Mother's Best, you use finest quality flour, enriched with vitamins and minerals to help keep your family strong and healthy.
Friends, thousands of Southern homemakers have used Mother's Best for years, and I want you to enjoy its superior baking qualities just like they have.
We want you to buy a sack of Mother's Best today, neighbors, and use it in any one of your favorite baking recipes.
If you don't get better results than with ordinary flour, if your family doesn't say, ah, I'll take some more, or otherwise complement you on your baking, then Hank Williams will refund your money.
Now remember, if you don't get better results and compliments, just send me now, listen to me, and I'm stingy, I'll tell you, I ain't giving my money away unless I know what I'm talking about.
Just send me your grocery slip showing the price of the flour with the Mother's Best label, and I'll refund the full purchase price.
So ask your grocer today for Mother's Best. Get it plain or for easier baking, use self-rising.
Mother's Best, the flour that Hank Williams guarantees is best for biscuits, best for all your baking needs.
Ask for it today, that's Mother's Best.
I love to have that gal around, her biscuits, sauce, and ice, and brown, her pies and cakes beat all the risks, oh, she bakes them all with Mother's Best.
Oh boy, I like that, I like that tag there, huh?
Ah, that's awful there. Friends, we got an old boy visiting with us here this morning in the studio that I've been knowing a long time.
Me and him eat taters and beans together down in Louisiana not too long ago.
All you folks know him now. He used to be on the Grand Ole Op for a long time. Come on up here, I want to talk to you a little bit.
All you folks that don't know him know the song that him and another boy made you here a while back. It's Johnny Wright of Johnny and Jack the Tennessee Mountain Boys, the Poison Love Boys. How you doing, John?
Alright, Hank, how you feeling?
Fine.
Glad to see you, boy. Seems like old times.
Yeah, I was in Louisiana the other week.
You were?
Yeah, all of them was crying about Johnny and Jack wasn't down there no more.
Well, we're going back down there.
You are?
Yeah, about June the 2nd. We're going over there to see all the fellas again.
Alright, tell them all about that mother's best flower down in there.
I like that better than any flower ever.
Ain't that good?
My wife really makes some good bitches.
Yeah, old Kate can bake. I'm telling you now.
Thank you, Johnny. Thank you a lot. Johnny is right, Johnny and Jack the Tennessee Mountain Boys.
Right now we got the good looking boy here, old Shag from Goodwater, Alabama. Yeah, the Goodwater Flash. What you going to pick us?
Some Darktown Strutters ball. Well, let's have a ball in the gear of C.
The Darktown Strutters ball here just about sun up, I'm telling you. Sam Bo Pruitt.
Friends, we want all you neighbors to remember when we tell you about mother's best.
We're telling you about the best. We want you to try it.
If we didn't mean what we was telling you, we wouldn't be telling you.
Mother's best, when you get mother's best, you get the best.
By the way, Hank, I forgot to tell the neighbors mother's best is distributed in this Nashville trading area by C.B. Ragland Company.
And if your grocer doesn't have any in his store neighbors, you tell your grocer to call Mr. Jim Davis down there at the Ragland Company.
Call Mr. Jim and tell him that Hank Williams and Louis Buck said call him up and send a sack load or a truck load out there.
A sack load won't do it. A truck load is what we want.
I'm telling you right now, and you won't be singing Move It On Over Dog when you get that mother's best flyer home.
Well, she'll have to keep you out of the dog house for good.
Here's one we'd like to do for all your friends. It's Hymn Time on our show.
Here's one of the prettiest songs that we've ever had the pleasure of singing.
We got an awful lot of requests for this one. Sammy, lead us off.
Thy burdens are greater than mine.
Traveling down a lonely highway I knew not where the road would end
Not a penny in my pocket All alone without a friend
In a little country village I met a little man and he was blind
And as I helped him cross the highway Oh Lord I cried his burdens are greater than mine
I can see the light of day I need not feel my way Yes his burdens are greater than mine
Met a lad while on my travel Trying hard to play the game
Though his leg was very crippled And he could not speak his name
Yet he smiled and understood Though life to him had been unkind
And as I watched I cried in sorrow Oh Lord I see his burdens are greater than mine
I can speak my name aloud Make my way among the crowd Yes his burdens are greater than mine
Just by chance I passed a graveyard I saw a young man kneeling there
In his hands there were some roses On his lips there was a prayer
On a stone these words were written Your soul is God, your memory mine
And as I watched I cried in sorrow Oh Lord I see his burdens are greater than mine
I can see the light of day I need not feel my way
I can see the light of day I see his burdens are greater than mine
I can see the light of day I see his burdens are greater than mine
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for today, neighbors.
We'll see you in the morning at this same time.
Goodbye now.