MBF 5x.xx.xx ep41 First Song - Moanin The Blues

Mother's Best Flower brings you Hank Williams. I've got a feeling called the blues. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. That's my baby set you by. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. The millers of Mother's Best Flower. Mother's Best Farm Feeds and Mother's Best Self-Rising, Poor Neal. Bring you the one and only, lovesic blues boy.

Hank, when you're the mother's best music makers and you are his most sincerely Mother's best little fella this morning. How you tellin'? I need to find more than this morning. Find a morning in the morning, this morning.

It'll be a fine morning in the morning. You're all half asleep and you're just talking big. I know you. We get sleepy now. Let's wake everybody up and ourselves too, Hank. We got one here that I put together. I write a lot of songs really.

Every night and I write a sad song, you know I write a sad song. Every night and I write something pitiful, and I think that's what happened when I wrote this one. All right. If I don't blow a trombone, then you can go mornin' the blues, yo mornin'.

Oh, that's mornin'. Yeah. When my baby moved out and the blues moved, then there wasn't nothin' I could do. I put mornin' the bluesy around with my head and my hand and a lot of water might come into.

I just eat mine and some small, only the blue Nice long leather If my lips please come home Your daddy is lonesome And all I do is mine I've been living that gal for so long I can't afford to lose her now Well, I thought it was bright But I must have been wrong