First Song - The Blind Child

The Millers of Mother's Best Flower bring you that love, steak, blues bar, and Hank Williams! I have to feel it's all the blues. Oh, that's my baby's saying goodbye! Lord, I don't know how to do… All I do is inside… Oh, just… The Millers of Mother's Best Flower.

Mother's best farm feeds and the new mother's best self-rising cornmeal bringing the one and only love sick blues boy Hank What is the mother's best music makers and mother's best little old noise maker? That's me Now if I can persuade these gentlemen to come in here to the kitchen this morning and drop their

doors and Cheese hooks Well, Hank, what are you doing? Go right ahead. I'll be within a minute. Well, just put that book away. Good morning, judge. You use the judge? No, let me see that book Let me see that I'm looking all right welcome friends and neighbors We're proud to be here with you again this morning

Or let's go back this morning and get one of the old old times. I Think this is about one of the first songs I ever learned here see So blind job Oh, Father, tonight they say you are to wear another bride That you and your mother die They say her name is Mary too

The neighbor bore, but for the rich she kind and true, like the one we loved, and it's I still saw it in light Her voice so meeking my thanks you And welcome your new made-bri I could not read her in my dear birth

So I knew a joyful cry was given He turned the bar to that land His blind child is gone