Back in the days when I was a lad
There was only one thing that could make me glad
A good bunch of biscuits a good batch of biscuits
Mama could make mighty good gravy
And there was never no buts nor maybes
We’d get biscuits a good bunch of biscuits
Papa didn’t cuss but just a little bit
But if mama didn’t cook ’em he’d throw a big fit
Pass me them biscuits those High Life biscuits
And us little kids all sixteen of us
If mama didn’t make ’em you could hear us fuss
I want another biscuit a good bunch of biscuits
Three times a day seven days a week
We just couldn’t resist it
Clean up the plate that was our fate;
We didn’t leave a solitary biscuit
I don’t see how mama ever did make ’em
Enough to keep up with the way we ate ’em
A good bunch of biscuits a fine bunch of biscuits
I love a man sop red-eyed gravy
With a biscuit so light it’ll drive you crazy
A good bunch of biscuits a good bunch of biscuits
Most of us kids had our fingernails nipped
It was caused by grabbin’ them hot-fried biscuits
Goodness gracious they’re good biscuits
I turned eighteen I got me a wife
Oughtta be slapped for it the rest of my life
But I got biscuits a fine bunch of biscuits
If I ever get rich we’ll have a lot more
But I’ll keep eatin’ just like I was before
Goodness gracious they’re good biscuits
A good bunch of biscuits a fine bunch of biscuits
Goodness gracious I got biscuits