First Song - Move It On Over

The Millers of mother's best flower bring you Hank Williams a love-sick blues boy The Millers of mother's best flower mother's best farm feeds and the new mother's best self-rising cornmeal Bring you the one and only love-sick blues boy Hank Williams all the mother's best music makers and yours truly mother's best little boy here on Monday morning.

Come on, look up! It might be pretty good on Tuesday, don't know. Howdy, Hank. You all right, too, on Monday? Oh, I'm here today, boy. I'm gonna have to get my office to my choir.

Ain't working so good when they say cud and loo. They want to haul a cud and loo in any goes and rotations. Mm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm down the lines, eh? They ain't got a real bass singer in the bun.

Oh, about the time the first in hushies are lasting starts. You feeling good? Oh, just uncommonly tolerable this morning. Uncommonly tolerable, huh? Well, that makes that order your fear fairly well. Oh, yeah. Learning from Jimmy Dickens and learning to talk the same time.

You are? Well, I'm glad we're here. Okay. Here's one I'd like to do for you here. You've been messing with my guitars. I got four musical directors. I like a quartet. You know what a quartet is fella?

No, it's not. That's four fellas that think the other's King of Saint. Yeah. Oh wait, that ain't right. It's one fella that thinks the other three King of Saint. Is that what it is? Oh, I don't know. It's something like that.

It's something like that. Well, here's an awful fine little old ballad to start things off this morning. Oh, short dog, let the tall dog in. I'm tired of sleeping out in the yard, would ya, huh?