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Biscuit Blues

 

(Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues!) 

Why, I’ve cooked biscuits all my life.

(Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.)

I’ve cooked for the devil and the devil’s wife.

(Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.)

I’ve cooked for old Paul Bunyan’s crew.

When I ran short of flour I just used glue

They’re all dead now, so I’ll cook ‘em for you.

(Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.) 

 

Well, I can make biscuits of every kind.

(Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.)

I make ’em out of any old thing I find.

(Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.)

Now there's biscuit puddin’ and biscuit stew,

And great big biscuits and little ones, too,

And biscuits you can’t even chew.

(Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.)

 

Refrain:

Biscuits for breakfast and biscuits for dinner

And biscuits for supper, too,

And a biscuit dream ‘most every night.

Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.

 

Well, we’re gonna have biscuits every day.

(Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.)

I’ll cook ‘em ahead and stack ‘em away.

(Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.)

There’ll be biscuits here and biscuits there

And biscuits crawlin’ through your hair.

Biscuits, biscuits everywhere!

(Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.)

 

When I go to the oven to see if they’re done

(Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.)

Well, I open up the door and I pull my gun

(Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.)

Then I fan three shots with a “Crack! Crack! Crack!”

If the biscuits smile and the slugs bounce back

They’re done to a turn, what a tasty snack!

(Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.)

 

Refrain:

Biscuits for breakfast and biscuits for dinner

And biscuits for supper, too,

And a biscuit dream ‘most every night.

Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.

 

Well, how about a nice big juicy steak?

(Oh! Mm-m-m!)

With mushroom gravy and a devils food cake?

(Oh! Mm-m-m!)

Well, all the trimmings, just food galore

A glass of wine. Maybe three or four?

But you’re gonna get biscuits. Uh! Uh! Now don't get sore!

(Oh, we’ve got the biscuit blues.)

 

 

For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America

 

 

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