First Song - Nobodys Lonesome For Me

The millers of mother's best flower bring you that love-sick blues boy Hank Williams Folks who make mother's best flower mother's best farm feeds and the new mother's best That's the best surprise in cornmeal.

Bring you the one and only love-sake blues boy, Hank Williams, the mother's best music makers, and yours truly cousin Louis Buck, mother's best little boy, and I beat you all to it this morning. How you feeling, fellas?

You really sharp this morning. Oh, I'm fast this morning, boy. You ought to see me getting up here this morning. I was really fast. Did you move? I sure did. I had to find you.

Hank, what you got in that old box this morning? I don't know. Got one here that I wrote you out of. You got the thing. I got the thing. I seen the thing on it.

No, I won't say that. No, I won't say that. I won't say that. I won't say that. There it is. A little number of mine. I rode here a while back. Did you boy see the thing?

I saw that. That's enough said, ain't it? There we go. Nobody's lost some for me. Nobody's lost somebody else, but nobody's lost some for me. Yeah, nobody's thinking about somebody else, but nobody thinks about me.

When the time rolled around for me to lay down and die I bet it'll have to go and I may someone to cry Called everybody to go so far somebody else But nobody lost them for me They live about as fine as somebody else But nobody lost them for me Everybody's thinking about somebody else

But nobody thinks about me All I need is a bride that wants a big hearted groom I wouldn't care if she come riding in on a broom Call everybody to want some boss somebody else Nobody wants some for me It's crazy about somebody else But nobody wants some for me