MBF 5x.xx.xx ep45 First Song - Orange Blossom Special

Mother's best flower brings you. Hank Williams. I got who feelings all the blues. Oh, oh, oh. And my ladies say to Clyde. Lord, I don't know what I'll do. All I do is send a sign!

Oh, oh. The millers of Mother's best flower, Mother's best farm feeds and Mother's best salp rise in cornmeal. Bring you the one and only lovestick blues boy, Hank Williams. The Mother's best music makers. And yours, truly.

Hey, that's me. You got a biscuit and each hand. Who's hungry this morning? Everybody. Well, one of y'all go to Smokehouse and cut a ham. We ain't got nothing to go in and biscuits. But I reckon we need them the way they are, since they're mother's best.

Yes, sir. Red-eyed gravy. Ham. I don't need nothing, whether. Mother's best, best, best. Ready. That's right. We have little music to go along here. Hank, I believe I could just eat both these biscuits. All right, sir.

We'll see what they can do. We'll get you started here, huh? Let's take a little trip this morning. We want to do that? Go down about Louisiana. Go fishing in that red river where that old red river flows.

Out of vixxies, cotton-filled and wilper well. Where I used to live in one of the rocks and through the river. I'd been seeing my old-year man here while around the place she goes. Oh, my farm in Louisiana, but your red river flows.

Feed your low, like it's croon, talking low And the twilight in the evening The Anur for the old red river flows The electric lights their brightest day

On the beach at Coney Island Where the laughter makes you gay But I'm going back tonight Love only I see when she goes to my farm in Louisiana, where the old red river flows, crueting soft and low, and the fly line in the evening,