Subject: Lyr Add: PASS THE BISCUITS, MIRANDY (Spike Jones)
From:
TJMcShane@aol.com
Date: 20 Feb 97 - 11:08 PM
The song was written and performed by Spike Jones and his City Slickers: The Recording was produced by M. F. Distribution Co., Inc. 1977. The following is transcribed
In the hills of Tennessee,
Settin' 'neath a hickory tree,
There's an ornery rifle-shootin' mountaineer.
He loves mountain feuds,
And he also loves good food,
And when he goes home to supper, you will hear:
CHORUS: Oh, pass the biscuits, Mirandy.
I'm just as hungry as sin.
Pass the gravy, Mirandy.
Give me some sop to sop 'em in.
Since nine o'clock,
I've been sittin' on a rock,
A-shootin' everything in sight.
I shot the Coys
And a dozen Martin boys.
Shootin' gives a man an appetite,
Oh, pass the biscuits, Mirandy.
Pass 'em and kiss me goodbye.
They're so heavy, Mirandy,
I feel that I'm a-gonna die.
Then he heard a rifle crack
And a bullet hit the shack
And another broke the dishes on the shelf.
Oh, he grabbed his trusty gun,
'Cause the battle had begun
And he knew that he must then protect himself.
Oh, pass the biscuits, Mirandy.
I'm a-gonna load up my gun.
I'll use your biscuits for bullets.
I'll put them varmints on the run.
He poured a ton
Of black powder in his gun,
Rammed the biscuits into place.
He took good aim.
Oh, my goodness, what a shame!
BANG! The gun exploded in his face!
Oh, darn your biscuits, Mirandy.
I'd know they'd get me by and by!
Oh, darn your biscuits, Mirandy.
I know that I'm gonna die!
Have Fun. Tom
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