Darrell Scott - The Ballad Of Martha White lyrics

I'm southern born and corn bred

My folks are just the same

I got my southern heritage

I got my papaw's name

I fell in love with a little girl when I was six years old

She had the name of Martha White and she had her own radio show

You see, Martha had a brand of flour, for biscuits, cakes and pies

She had Shirley Temple golden curly hair and southern, baby blue eyes

And on Saturday nights with my guitar, I'd sit and play along

I knew every word and every note to that Martha White hour theme song

Well my folks took a vacation down to Nashville, Tennessee

Bought me a Goo Goo Cluster and a front row seat to the Grand Ol' Opry

And there before my childish eyes was that high and lonesome sound

But nowhere on that Opry stage was Martha to be found

Well I finally found my Martha out in the Opry stars' parking lot

She was cooling off them up and coming boys

You see they were Billboard hot and they were drinking something out of a brown paper bag

I knew I'd lost my Martha the only love I'd ever had

Oh, they're all better looking than the ones who went before

Same old hat, same old voice

Can they give us nothing more?

They're all smiling for the cameras, walking softly, talking loud

Martha, she still makes those biscuits greasy, fluffy and proud

You got your French croissant and all that Italian pastry-chef voodoo

You just pop one of them suckers in your mouth, slivate and chew

But what you won't find on the shelves of the finer kitchens of the world

Is the face of our self-promoting, self-perpetuating, self-rising flour girl

You only get it in the southland

That's where demographics best

It's the brand that Mom and Daddy bought | They won't give the girl a rest

And it's the same as it ever was from fifty years ago

She ain't mortal like you and me

Martha White will never grow old

They're all better looking than the ones who went before

Same old hat, same old voice

Can they give us nothing more?

They're all smiling for the cameras, walking softly, talking loud

Martha, she still makes those biscuits greasy, fluffy and proud

For the finest biscuits ever was get Martha White self-rising flour

The one all purpose flour

Martha White self-rising flour with the hot rize plus