First Song - No-Bodys Lonesome For Me

The Millers of Mother's Best Flower bring you that love-sick-blues boy Hank Williams. I got a feeling all the blues, oh, just my baby's sexy pie. Lord, I don't know how to do, oh, all I do is inside, oh, Lord, look.

The folks who make mothers best flour, mothers best farm feeds, and the new mothers best self-rising cornmeal, cornmeal bringing the one and only rough sick blues boy Hank Williams the mother's best music makers and yours truly mother's best little old ball headed boy doesn't really but that's me I ain't quite ball headed don't

am I hey I got my hat on I ain't gonna let's don't discuss any part of hair on the head let's talk about mother's best flower come on any more I thank you You're welcome friends and neighbors.

We're proud to be this thing. We're here again this morning. 715. We got a little few words here from the best flyer that you ever use. Mother's best. We got you some numbers. I'll pick that one.

I'll be going like here. One of my latest ones. I had a brain concussion and wrote this one. Conclusion or something. There ain't nobody lonesome for me. But nobody's lost some for me Everybody's thinking about somebody else But nobody thinks about me When the time I bet I'll have to go And I may someone to cry

Everybody's lost some for somebody else Nobody lost some for me Everybody's lost some for somebody else But nobody's lost some for me Everybody dreaming about somebody else, but nobody dreams about me All I need is a bride and wants a big hearted groom I wouldn't care if she'd come riding in on a groom