Представляем точный текст композиции "The Ballad Of Martha White" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Darrell Scott . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Ballad Of Martha White» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Darrell Scott передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Darrell Scott - "The Ballad Of Martha White"
Lyrics to The Ballad Of Martha White : Im southern born and corn bred My folks are just the same I got my southern heritage I got my papaws 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, Id 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 Id lost my Martha the only love Id ever had Oh, theyre all better looking than the ones who went before Same old hat, same old voice Can they give us nothing more' Theyre 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 wont 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 Thats where demographics best Its the brand that Mom and Daddy bought | They wont give the girl a rest And its the same as it ever was from fifty years ago She aint mortal like you and me Martha White will never grow old Theyre all better looking than the ones who went before Same old hat, same old voice Can they give us nothing more' Theyre 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 [ The Ballad Of Martha White Lyrics ]
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