I'm southern born and corn bredMy folks are just the sameI got my southern heritageI got my papaw's nameI fell in love with a little girl when I was six years oldShe had the name of Martha White and she had her own radio showYou see, Martha had a brand of flour, for biscuits, cakes and piesShe had Shirley Temple golden curly hair and southern, baby blue eyesAnd on Saturday nights with my guitar, I'd sit and play alongI knew every word and every note to that Martha White hour theme songWell my folks took a vacation down to Nashville, TennesseeBought me a Goo Goo Cluster and a front row seat to the Grand Ol' OpryAnd there before my childish eyes was that high and lonesome soundBut nowhere on that Opry stage was Martha to be foundWell I finally found my Martha out in the Opry stars' parking lotShe was cooling off them up and coming boysYou see they were Billboard hot and they were drinking something out of a brown paper bagI knew I'd lost my Martha the only love I'd ever hadOh, they're all better looking than the ones who went beforeSame old hat, same old voiceCan they give us nothing more?They're all smiling for the cameras, walking softly, talking loudMartha, she still makes those biscuits greasy, fluffy and proudYou got your French croissant and all that Italian pastry-chef voodooYou just pop one of them suckers in your mouth, slivate and chewBut what you won't find on the shelves of the finer kitchens of the worldIs the face of our self-promoting, self-perpetuating, self-rising flour girlYou only get it in the southlandThat's where demographics bestIt's the brand that Mom and Daddy bought | They won't give the girl a restAnd it's the same as it ever was from fifty years agoShe ain't mortal like you and meMartha White will never grow oldThey're all better looking than the ones who went beforeSame old hat, same old voiceCan they give us nothing more?They're all smiling for the cameras, walking softly, talking loudMartha, she still makes those biscuits greasy, fluffy and proudFor the finest biscuits ever was get Martha White self-rising flourThe one all purpose flourMartha White self-rising flour with the hot rize plus
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