Make no mistake, accept no substitute for Light Crust.
The Light Crust Doughboys are on the air.
Now listen everybody from near and far, if you want to know who we are, we're the Light Crust Doughboys from Burruss Mill.
Well, hello there folks, may we come in?
It's Jack Perry and the Light Crust Doughboys with a bit of transcribed happiness and cheer,
brought to you by Burruss Mill and Elevator Company, Millers of Light Crust, the finest of fine flour.
Well thank you boys, thank you. Right I am, they say, and sure enough I am when I say the finest of fine flour.
And here comes the first tune, the boys are all tuned up, and it's Barrel Polka.
The Light Crust Doughboys
The Light Crust Doughboys
The Light Crust Doughboys
Yes, the gang's all here, that was the last words if somebody had been singing it,
which nobody was singing it, but somebody's gonna sing the next one and it's sleeping.
And he has picked a tune, he has picked a tune that's in keeping with the boy too.
Old Rockin' Chair's got him, that's one.
Old Rockin' Chair's got you, Pimpy, came by my side.
The dark stick's still there now.
Fetch me that jug, son.
You thirsty, Pimpy?
Or I'll tan your hide.
You'll tan my hide?
Can't get from this cabin.
You can't even get up, Pimpy.
Going nowhere.
Too sleepy to move.
Just sitting here grabbing.
What you old time snatching that for?
Had the flies round this old rockin' chair.
You haven't had that first one yet.
My dear old Aunt Harriet.
My great Aunt Harriet.
Up in heaven she be.
Ah, good old soul, wasn't she, Pimpy?
Send down sweet chariot.
Pimpy wants a horse in the buggy.
The end of my troubles I'll see.
That's your shirt tail sticking out, son.
Old Rockin' Chair gets its son.
Ah, yes it does, Pimpy.
Judgement day is here.
Vote up sucker now.
Chain to my Rockin' Chair.
My dear old Aunt Harriet.
That's her old heart.
Up in heaven she be.
Ah, good old soul, wasn't she, Pimpy?
Send down sweet chariot.
Pimpy wants a horse in the buggy.
The end of my troubles I'll see.
That's your shirt tail again, Pimpy.
Old Rockin' Chair gets its son.
Old Rockin' Chair's got it.
Judgement day is here.
Vote up sucker now.
Chain to my Rockin' Chair.
Old Rockin' Chair's got it.
Yes, sir.
Well, sir, the banjo's got Junior.
Or Junior's got the banjo, I should say.
Come on over here.
And he has selected a banjo number to play today, too.
He's going to ring ring the banjo right now.
Don't give up yet, Junior.
Don't give up yet, Junior.
Ring that banjo, boy.
Yeah.
Here we go, here we go.
Yeah, you're ringing that, boy.
Boy walks right on down the road till he gets clear out of sight with that banjo.
There he goes.
There he goes.
Yes.
Long gone now.
Well, sir, it kind of put me to sleep on the end of that tune, the way you boys ended that.
You know what?
It did?
Yes, it did.
Why?
Well, speaking of being asleep and sleepy things like Sleepy, we've got a tune that
the trio is about to sing right now with Sleepy in the title.
It's Sleepy Rio Grande.
Let me dream from bright Spanish eyes dreams that will never end.
Hail the high above, night just made for life.
Let me hear those mandolins play Sleepy Rio Grande.
Let me hear those mandolins play Sleepy Rio Grande.
Hail the high above, night just made for love.
Let me hear those mandolins play Sleepy Rio Grande.
Well thank you, boys.
Thank you.
And now, ladies, for bacon.
You know, you can find none better than light crust, the finest of fine flowers.
Milled as long as 70 years ago, you know, light crust started then to become a household
byword in many parts of the South.
But then light crust wasn't distributed in all sections of the country.
So if light crust is new to you, see your grocer today.
Ask him for a carton or sack.
You'll find light crust, the finest of fine flowers.
And here comes Curly now.
Curly Harris is in charge of the travel bureau for the light crust doughboys.
And he's about to give out with a tune that's going to take us all down to Atlanta, GA.
I love the morning glories growing and the breezes softly blowing in Atlanta, GA.
I love to wake up in the morning and see the sun come up at dawn and in Atlanta, GA.
I love to walk among the flowers and taste the honey from the bee.
I want a while away the hours reading books and dreaming dreams beneath the trees.
I want to see the ivy clinging, want to hear the robin singing little songs I adore.
I want to attend a Sunday meeting, want to hear the friendly greeting when I get home once more.
I'm going to hold that certain someone, I miss her more each day.
I'm getting ready for the wedding, going to get the train that's heading for Atlanta, GA.
I want to see the ivy clinging, want to hear the robin singing little songs I adore.
I want to see the ivy clinging, want to hear the robin singing little songs I adore.
I want to attend a Sunday meeting, want to hear the friendly greeting when I get home once more.
I'm going to hold that certain someone, I miss her more each day.
I'm getting ready for the wedding, going to get the train that's heading for Atlanta, GA.
Yes sir, Atlanta, GA. Mighty fine there, Curly.
And when he got down to Atlanta, GA, neighbors, he found that the folks had pushed back the rugs
and got all the furniture out of the floors and they was doing an old shim dig down there.
And who do you think was playing for it?
Old Ed's Rooney's fiddle and the tune he was playing was Wagner.
Well we're all so sorry to leave you now friends, but we'll be back soon for another visit but transcription.
In the meantime, write us a line and tell us what tunes you'd like to hear, will you?
This is Jack Perry and the Light Crust Doe Boys saying goodbye and good luck.
Say, do you use light crust?
Now we never do brag, we never do boast, we sing our song from coast to coast.
We're the Light Crust Doe Boys from Burr's Mill.
We like our song, think it fine, sit right down and drop a line.
We're the Light Crust Doe Boys from Burr's Mill.
And I declare, can you get it there?
And if we have, sometimes we spare somewhere.
Sometimes we're down your way, we'll drop in to spend the day.
We're the Light Crust Doe Boys from Burr's Mill.