MBF 5x.xx.xx ep30 First Song - Where The Old Red River Flows

Mother's Best Flower brings you Hank Williams. I got a feeling called the blue. Oh, that's my baby's sick goodbye. Oh, I don't know what I do. Oh, I do it's any size. Oh, good man.

The Miller is a Mother's Best Flower. Mother's Best Farm Feeds and Mother's Best Self-Frizing Corn Meal. Bring you the one and only lovesick blues boy Hank Williams. Williams, the mother's best music makers, and yours truly, mother's best little boy.

Come on, Louis! Oh, a cousin, because I almost got it out, but you all beat me to it again. Always do, don't worry. Say, Hank, you know how the boys used to go down to the depot and watch the trains come in and go?

I'm just going down to CB Ragland, coming and watching big trucks come and go with that mother's best flower. Wouldn't that make you feel good? Sit down there and eat watermelon in the summertime, and rock candy in the wintertime.

You boys feeling surprised this one? But I'm really proud of you. You know what, other morning we done a number for the folks over in Georgia, bringing in the Georgia nail? Yeah. Well, it looks like there's no boy about New York City and he got lonesome for his home state.

They lose the iron. Oh. The bestest catfish in you ever fish. Oh, that's catfish country. Yes sir. I got your pig down. I don't want to buy you. Crayfish. Let's go back boys and memory in the house.

A little trip down there. Where the old Red River flows. Let's go. The Dixen, Cotton Fills and Wilker Wind We're used to living one The two of the rocks and through the rim I can see my old-year man He'll pile around the place she'd go My farm and lose the inner Word your bed, river, float